FTH ~ Meat MarketMature

Meat Market

 

When the cupboards inside are empty

Ya know what’cha gotta do

Yeah, everybody’s gotta go shopping once in a while

‘Cause every body’s gotta have food

 

So I’m headin on down to the meat market

Yeah, lookin to have some fun

I’m headin on down to the meat market

‘Cause I’ve gotta go get me some

 

Now, the amazing thing about alcohol

Is the way it makes you think

All your sense of taste just disappears

And all you’re left for guidance, is your dink

 

‘Cause she was lookin pretty tasty last night

And, wow, was she lookin hot

But when I woke up beside her and checked again

All I drank last night, I lost

 

Yeah, but I headed on down to the meat market

Lookin to have some fun

Yeah, I headed on down to the meat market

‘Cause I hadta get me some

 

But holy shit! What was my tab?

To risk getting Aids, or at least maybe Crabs!

Now I know I’ve gotta get outta here

Yeah I know I’ve gotta get away

But God I hope I wore a bag,

Dear Lord, you know I pray!

 

Oh no! What about my wallet?

Hey! What about my ring?

Shit, I hope I remembered everything!?

Just please, please tell me I didn’t have the balls

To leave her my number, so she could call

 

‘Cause I headed on down to the meat market

Yeah, lookin to have some fun

I headed on down to the meat market

‘Cause I hadta get me some

 

Now I’ve just gotta get home and get into the shower

And I know I’m gonna be there for at least an hour

And I’m gonna scrub real hard, and I won’t miss an inch

And, oh yeah, you can bet I won’t forget my dink!

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