My Monsters
When young and foolish I thought love was torture
Girls are like grody kisses a ball and chain
But I grew up and I began to mature
Puberty bit me hormones drove me insane
A drooling zombie insatiable was I
Drug like desire became an aching pain
Ex cru ci a ting at least I had to try
To capture the beast that had caused such distress
For Jeckle to live Mister Hyde has to die
It rattles its chains I have learned to confess
I would like to say this affliction is gone
This Tarzan has found his own Jane to caress
My caveman ways have gone with the mastodon
Rainbows golden pot true love's a leprechaun
Congratulations for finding true love's pot 'o gold.
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