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In college, I spent all my days
My back, my shoulders, thighs
Exposed in most material ways, to make it through the night
I tried protection but did it stay on?
Well it didn't, that is why I've got lug around this fleshy nine month whore-ish crown
The father, Jacob, Jason, or Dean; Who knows? Who is the face?
Who is the man who planted the seed inside below my waist?
I'm trying to eat healthy, this baby has some picky taste
You probably would like to know the-
One, two, three, four...
Five ways that I'll reach around this fucking instrument without
A second chance to write this song
About the man who put his dong inside of me
Why can't I see the face that's looking longingly
Up at the eyes who can not cry about the child that is a ...
Lie straight to the face of mom who thought I had it with a blond
With Christian morals and the fix, but it's from anonymous dick
I pushed it out and with a pout, I looked at her face short and stout
I couldn't recognise the eyes the baby had
I'm freaking out!
I squeezed put the baby, was it Tyler, Mark, or Brady?
Man, my memory is hazy of the man who helped me make this creature
Did I have it with my teacher?
Then again he's just some scholar guy that I blew
In college, I spent all my days
My back, my shoulders, thighs
Exposed in most material ways, to make it through the night
I tried protection but did it stay on? Well it didn't, that is
Why I've got to lug around this-
One, two, three, four...
Five-year-old that still I hold
She has brown hair and eyes of gold
And I still don't identify the man that gave her amber eyes