You are the macaroni beneath my cheese

You make me ask for more, please

Then when I’m stuffed and begin to wheeze

And all the fat is on my knees

I turn around to try and leave

But then discover I lost my keys

Then your boyfriend (who is a sceaze)

Turns away and starts to sneeze

The opportune I do seize

To give your ass a little squeeze

Although my hands are covered in grease

And it makes me seem like a sleaze

Because I’m also female, but please

Do not judge or call the police

What the fuck? That didn’t rhyme…

Lookie now, I’ve lost the time

Although I find this place sublime

I’ll be arrested for a crime

I search my pockets for some dimes

To tip the Fuzz and maybe climb

Over the fence and through the brine

And try again another time