Men! Men! Men! Men!

I’m not accustomed to this pace
Each night and morning he begins
When I recoup, he wants to spoon
At lunch, mid-afternoon
At cof...fee break
fresh cream… and cake

A freak of nature is he- Wow!
From one or two to nine or ten
Although revealed, he’s quite resplendent,
(And it’s so much fun to pet)
Lately I’ve begun to miss the sleep I nev-er get
I have the cussed and wanton look
Of doggie-stylin’ pup
Just can’t keep –up this- pace.

[Spoken]

"Marry Fiddle". What a charming smile and plea. What complete commitment; loving thing to do. But I regret it! I regret it! My poon is sore; he even wants *more* now!

[Sung]
I could see us then, Mr./Mrs. Fiddlegirl
Not a lecher was he then, but me: adore
But look at us now! Geez, he wants *another* twirl
And my spill-collector bleeding at its core *
He used to treat me as he oughter
Instead of spending hours in bed
Like a lamb led to the slaughter,
While my husband thinks with only small head
If he wants a blow, how I wish that he'd turn gay
Wear my mini; show some "cheek", the streets, he'd walk
He'll come home, and lo, having shtupped, not need my lay
With the other sweet boys, let him pour his pork
Poor Ms. Fiddle. Her poor plight: full!
It's so irritating! Entire night, full!
If pregnant, I could be, I might get a small respite
When he hammers on my door as his pole flags
Semen, all full, and horny, impatient and uptight
Will I let him in or kick him in the balls?
Give him nooky or re-send him to the pervs?
Get back on my back or throw the bugger out?


But I've been such a giving girl
The sort who understood, took his wood
Any position, whenever he would nudge
Together, we would curl
But, from now on, he'll have to jack
No longer getting on my knees
Let him find someone to bone
Go to "men's clubs" all alone!
And find some wh*re and pay her for striptease!

[Spoken]

"Marry Fiddle" - ha!

[Sung]

If I could only hear him say
“Let’s take a break today”
The toys, the throws
My thighs... he goes
And his libido—holy cow
Just heaving out and coming in
I’d be so grateful for a moment’s --
-- Rest, with no cuffs on my hands
I am not a rabbit
I can’t handle his demands!
I’ve grown exhausted by his need
To hump my derriére
Exhausted by this…(falls asleep)



* Fiddlegirl is NOT responsible for this line!