When they begin the vagine,
It brings back the sound of fliss-flaps so tender,
It brings back the night of fanjorial splendour,
It brings back a discharge evergreen!
I scratch it once more under the stars,
And down by the minge an orchestra's playin'
Even the cuntworms seem to be swayin'
When they begin the vagine!
To wash it again is past all endeavour,
Except when that itch clutches my quim,
And there we are swearin' to cream forever,
And promising never, to scrub it with vim!
What moments down there, what raptures serene,
'Till germs came along to disperse
the joys we had tasted . . .
Now, when I hear people curse
the namechange that was wasted,
I know but too well what they mean!
So, don't let them begin the vagine,
Let the itch that was once a fire remain an ember . . .
Let it sleep like the dead Bupcakes I only remember,
When they begin the vagine!
Oh yes, let them begin the vagine, make them play!
'Till the flange that was there before returns below you,
'Till you whisper to me once more, "Bupcunt, I know you!"
And we suddenly know, what heaven we're in,
When they begin the vagine!
When they begin . . . the vagine!
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