This is between me and you I know you're not happy, I know you'd much rather see my lying In the corner of a room somewhere crying Curled up in a ball, tweaked out of my mind dying There's no denying That my weenie is much bigger than yours is Mine is like stickin a banana in between 2 oranges Why are you even doin this to yourself? It's pointless, Why do we have to keep on going through this? This is torturous My point is this, that if you say mean things, You're weenie will shrink
