What Cums Next?
The pride of my drawers not a size that they’re willing to lay.
You cheat with the Mensch, now I’m rubbing my lance and in pain.
I’m so blue,
I thought that we’d made an arrangement.
When you went away,
You were mine to subdue.
Well, even despite our estrangement, I’ve got,
A small query for you:
What cums next?
You’ve been freed,
Do you know how rare I am to breed?
You’re on your own,
Do you have a clue what happens now?
It’s much harder to maintain this guise.
All alone, lost to thee,
When your people say they hate you,
Don’t come crawling back to me.