You don't take a shower

Your don't put the seat down

Ya hardly cook for me anymore
when I come home from the bar
where I spend half the day

I remember when your manners didn't bug me
Ya used to aim when you'd pee

Now after frank and beans late at night

Well I can't hold it in
So I just let it fly

And it stinks like a meadow full of steaming cowpies

You could say excuse me

You could turn the fan on

You don't smell like flowers anymore

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