Talking About My Vasectomy
Baby, there'll be no babies with me I'm talking about my forsake to me
It ain't much to you, but baby you see It's a forsake to me
Throw away those pills, they're needless I'm talking about my forsake to me
My grapes are seedless I'm talking about my forsake to me
I can understand now, your feelings are mixed When I'm talking about my forsake to me
But I hate it when you say, oh it's okay, he's been fixed
I'm talking about my forsake to me Gonna find it's unbelievable
I'm talking about my forsake to me When we make love it's inconceivable
I'm talking about my forsake to me I can see the guys go white as sheets
And tightly squeeze their knees They seem to think forsake to me
He is Greek for it, you won't be needing these You won't be needing
You won't be needing You won't be needing these
Baby, baby there'll be no babies with me Cause I'm talking about my forsake to me
Now we can make love recreationally I'm talking about my forsake to me
You know I would never try to impress you with a big red shiny card
I'm just talking about my forsake to me But I would love to show you my little red tiny scar
Talking about my forsake to me I feel like a Christmas tree since my operation
Talking about my forsake to me Because on a Christmas tree the balls are just for decoration
I'm talking about my forsake to me