Her legs were luscious

Her legs were luscious
Her ass divine
I had to rate it
I gave it "9"

Like sardines packed on the subway
Train jerked to a screeching halt
If she gives birth nine months from now
Hey it ain't my fault

She's do-able, she's do-able
She's do-able, but dude!
Avoid the face like it's toxic waste
And I don't mean to be rude
But her parents should be sued

She has Cyclops eye
Even THAT'S awry
When I first saw her face my thought was...
Captain Bligh!
If there's a God I won't see her again
But one glimpse will torment my eyes 'till they mend

She's do-able, she's do-able
She's do-able, rear view
In a Dog Showcase, didn't win but placed
Though the crowd began to boo
'Cause they all thought she'd won, too

(La la la la etc, while we exit the subway car and she gets her first look at MY face, and I hear HER start singing...)

"He's do-able, he's do-able
He's do-able, rear view
There must be an asshole who's a twin to his face"
(Then she threw up and covered me with goo)
From the back we're both pursued
But dear God, face on, we're screwed