Where to start, where to start?
Well in primary I thought girls had cuddies
And all of them looked the same to me from a dineo to a ruby
They we’re all ironing boards but a few of them had humps
And as we got older all these ironing boards started to develop a bumps
I was developing a plank that never wanted to stand down
Let’s just say when I woke up I was too scared to look down town
Because I wasn’t the only one who woke up with a smile
If you know what I mean…
And this is when I gave birth to my love life
Or in other words I allowed girls to start stabbing me with a knife

*To Be Continued*

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