|The CRYPT Mag|
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep.
One who's handsome, smart and strong, One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks, When he says he'll call, he won't wait weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, he won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door, Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to "How big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me no end, And never attempt to hit on my friend.
And as I kneel and pray by my bed, I look at the creep you sent me instead.
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns an off licence.
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