I'm still not good at changing nappies, but I do do it.
Is it my sweat that's no longer sweet?
The last thing I remember, I left with a girl on a motor bike that weighed 300 pounds.
Whatever road you choose, I'm right behind you win or lose.
I woke up in a barnyard when I heard a farmer shout. Get away, boy, from my daughter, then a shot gun rang out.
I want to dance, I want her ass. Why is she ignoring me?