I Really Miss Your Muffin Top
I really miss your muffin-top
when you are far away
Your saddle-bags I long to touch
so come on home to play
My pigeon toes are not the same
without your crows feet near
My choppers miss your cooking too
it “taint” the same my dear
Is my beer belly on your mind
love handles do you miss
and how about my double chin
can you live with out this
So bring on back your thunder thighs
your saggy bottom too
Your fat beau-legged Valentine
now sorely misses you
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