look out here it comes
air but not from bums
people, don't fear the queefer
it's just the wind, not bum, and no rain, it can't be like we are
come on baby, don't fear the queefer
it's a special gland, don't fear the queefer
it's just itself blowing dry,
don't fear the queefer
baby be a man

loving time is done
air must now be gone
medical but smelly, yet,
all together, it goes musically
it is wet and smelly, yes
40,000 coming from women every day
they are wet and smelly yet
another 40,000 come the next day
they can find happiness
another 40,000 come the next day
you can go like they are,
don't fear the queefer

Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

she blows two, sounds like one,
smells and sounds so much fun
came the last night, twas madness,
it was clear, she really blew one
then the legs were opened and the wind appeared
she blew out candles, flame disappeared
then the puff of air it reappeared, and I was not afraid..
blow one baby, and I'll have no fear
it was all within and then she let one fly
I looked in ward, and said, Oh My! she had done some to go far
she had showed me the gland, she had done some to go far
and she said, baby, don't fear the queefer