For Sylvia

[cbwolf]

This is a little ditty I wrote for all you lovers out there:

Your eye aren't that pretty
And your face is kinda plain
Your hair is like old straw
Baby, you make the moon wane

Your legs are sorta stubby
Spare tires, you got three
Your breats, they're like milk duds
And you can't control when you pee

But you've got a V-Box
And I dig that
*twang*
Yes honey, yo've got a V-Box
And I dig that
*twang*

You drool when you talk
And you walk kinda funny
I'd rather kiss a mare's behind
And you ain't got no money

You have the social graces of a pygmy shrew
Higher math and philosophizing are beyond you
Art and Culture flow straight through your ears
Ataples and arithmetic are among your fears

But baby, you've got a V-Box
And I dig that
*twang*
I said, you've got a V-Box
and yes, I dig that
*twang*

{insert bridge here}

{repeat chorus ad nauseam}