Oh 'gina, why have you forsaken me?
And ran away, come yesterday?
I treated you right, as a good girl might
kept for my own secret delight
as a flash light holder when I read to you
I let no man near you
what is my mouth for?
You're too special for such things.
I let no one spear you
and kept you covered
doused in wheat starch for your future hubby
Oh 'gina! Oh 'gina
do you hate me oh 'gina?
to leave me in that stoner's van?
As it whipped away with a trail of dust
I miss you so 'gina
My little lips of lust.
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