Beatles, lyrical genius.
She loves poo yeah yeah yeah,
She loves poo yeah yeah yeah,
She loves poo yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Let me tell you about me tart,
I saw her yesterday,
She heard me drop me guts,
She told me "it's OK",
She said "I love Poo"
And you know that can't be bad,
She loves poo,
And that really makes me glad.
She said "let's lick your hole"
I almost lost my mind,
And now she's stuck her nose,
Up Eddie Shit's behind,
She says "she loves poo",
And you know that can't be bad,
She loves poo,
And that really makes me glad.
She loves poo yeah yeah yeah,
She loves poo yeah yeah yeah,
And if she thinks I've shat,
It really makes her glad.
Last night I followed through,
She didn't seem to care,
She had to clear her throat,
Of Eddo's anal hair,
She says "she loves poo",
And you know that can't be bad,
She loves poo,
And it really makes me glad.
She loves poo yeah yeah yeah,
She loves poo yeah yeah yeah,
And if she thinks I've shat,
It really makes her glad.
And with a tart like that,
You know it can't be bad,
And with a tart like that,
You know it can't be bad!
Yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah.