God, I’m horny today!
my horniness disturbing my sleep.
Can my day still be well-made?
my horniness disturbing my sleep.
Can my day still be well-made?
I chanced to end my sleep too early
today, after lounging in my horny dreams
too long, and today I still feel
today, after lounging in my horny dreams
too long, and today I still feel
pretty damn horny, I’ll say—
my private life just what You think.
I’ll feel my day is well-made
my private life just what You think.
I’ll feel my day is well-made
if I just manage to play
my mandolin
a bit. I’m horny today,
my mandolin
a bit. I’m horny today,
and I’ll be horny tomorrow and the next day
too, as You had forseen
I’d be. Will my day be well-made
if all I do today is lie in the shade—too, as You had forseen
I’d be. Will my day be well-made
just a horny old derelict?
God, I’m horny today!
Makes my day!
