Ache 1

My achey breaky heart ain't got nothing to do with this,
It's all about my groin, you know, the place full of whizz,
And Jizz, coming at you like a cream apocaylpse,
That's right, my ache is sexual, can you soothe the fizz?

Uh!

Oh yeah...

Grandma's Potato Salad...

Alright,

You come into my arms like i'm your ideal fella,
Like the sky is falling down and i've got a steel umbrella,
Then I send you into a spin with my love propeller,
And get you screaming "oh my God, it's KRAKATOAAAA!!"

I've got a ache needing the icepack of your lips,
You've ice cubes in there, right? This is no time for a warm kiss,
You can close your eyes girl, this is a target you can't miss,
Suck out all the poison, and give me waves of bliss.

My achey breaky heart ain't got nothing to do with this,
it's all about my love spuds, so go get yourself a dish,
Let's slide about together like unadultered fish,
Lay your pretty self down girl, you're about to get your wish

My ache
Will break
Your love-part.

*Westwood style explosion sound*

The End

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