Michael McParland (7-19-1983 / Dayton, Ohio)
Do I have to be in love with you?
When I'd rather be with her instead.
I feel so screwed up in the head.
I love you too, but I'd rather take her to bed.
She's so charming it's so alarming.
Instead I have to stay with you.
Do I really have to choose?
Why can't we all be happy?
The three of us gladly romancing.
By candlelight the whole night dancing.
Instead I sit here time slowly prancing.
I look at her, she looks at me.
Together we share this affair.
I think about her after.
Instead I'm stuck with you while your middle softens.
I really bet she's dynamite.
I want her to show me wrong from right.
Punish me when I've been a naughty fright.
Reward me well when I've done her right.
All these things I wanna do.
Instead here now I'm stuck with you.
It's so dull I'm gonna puke.
I still love you, now you see,
but after all these years I wanna be free.
Instead I'll just sit and smile.
Thinking of her all the while.
God she's got a pretty face,
not a single feature out of place.
Her lips so soft her breasts so firm.
Her butt so tight it's just not right.
Why can't I be with her tonight?
Instead I'll be with the wife.
Leading such a boring life.
Never ending, instead pretending,
that I'm happy with this ending.
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