All is forgiven

All is forgiven

Hey, babe, I thought I’d get in touch with you
To say I’m sorry ‘bout the things I said.
We both have made mistakes, and not a few
(And you were pretty wonderful in bed.)

I never really liked your sister, Hon,
She just seemed hot when I’d had too much beer
I boinked her twice but never missed her once
I’ll stay away from her now, never fear.

As for my mom, Kate’s welcome to the hag
She’s never nice to me, not like you were
(And even ‘fore her tits did start to sag
My Dad had better taste and wouldn’t do‘er.)

So, babe, for just one night I need to crash
At your place. Hon, have you got any cash?



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