Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
Your Mother
There's something that I've got deep inside my heart (besides cholesterol or burn) it's just a yearning to write not-so funny, kinda boring, corny words of mine (hence the title)... about you. My most influential times happened while you were by my side and if it's all the same to you I wish that is where you'd reside. When I was 15-years old, playing my first show on the quad during lunch, I really sucked I'm sure you know. But, as I learned to take shame like the man that I pretend I am, you sat there right in front me, clapping, my only fan. Underneath my Star Wars sheets, March 2, 1990, I was so excited that I broke your hymen. I hope you don't mind their our first time is lyrically broadcast to all those three who are listening as I fill their cars with sap, but anyone who knows me knows that I am just a dork who finds good times in farts and boogers and just making fun. And the odds of my writing a compassionate song are about as slim as me but unfortunately you're able to bring the corniness out of me