| Song | Letter To My Penis |
| Artist | Rodney Carrington |
| Album | Nut Sack |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carrington | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I don't think I like you anymore, | |
| You used to watch me shave, | |
| Now all u do is stare at the floor. | |
| Oh dear Penis, | |
| I don't like you anymore. | |
| It used to be you and me, | |
| A paper towel, and a dirty magazine, | |
| That's all we needed to get by. | |
| Now it seems things have changed, | |
| I think that you're the one to blame. | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I don't like you anymore. | |
| Now he sings, | |
| Dear Rodney, | |
| I don't think I like you anymore, | |
| 'Cause when u get to drinkin' | |
| You put me places I've never been before. | |
| Dear Rodney, | |
| I dont like you anymore. | |
| Why can't we just get a grip, | |
| On our man to hand relationship. | |
| Come to terms with truly how we feel. | |
| If we put our heads together, | |
| We'd just stay home forever. | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I think I like you after all. | |
| Oh and Rodney, | |
| While yer shavin', | |
| Shave my balls. |
| zuo qu : Carrington | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I don' t think I like you anymore, | |
| You used to watch me shave, | |
| Now all u do is stare at the floor. | |
| Oh dear Penis, | |
| I don' t like you anymore. | |
| It used to be you and me, | |
| A paper towel, and a dirty magazine, | |
| That' s all we needed to get by. | |
| Now it seems things have changed, | |
| I think that you' re the one to blame. | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I don' t like you anymore. | |
| Now he sings, | |
| Dear Rodney, | |
| I don' t think I like you anymore, | |
| ' Cause when u get to drinkin' | |
| You put me places I' ve never been before. | |
| Dear Rodney, | |
| I dont like you anymore. | |
| Why can' t we just get a grip, | |
| On our man to hand relationship. | |
| Come to terms with truly how we feel. | |
| If we put our heads together, | |
| We' d just stay home forever. | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I think I like you after all. | |
| Oh and Rodney, | |
| While yer shavin', | |
| Shave my balls. |
| zuò qǔ : Carrington | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I don' t think I like you anymore, | |
| You used to watch me shave, | |
| Now all u do is stare at the floor. | |
| Oh dear Penis, | |
| I don' t like you anymore. | |
| It used to be you and me, | |
| A paper towel, and a dirty magazine, | |
| That' s all we needed to get by. | |
| Now it seems things have changed, | |
| I think that you' re the one to blame. | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I don' t like you anymore. | |
| Now he sings, | |
| Dear Rodney, | |
| I don' t think I like you anymore, | |
| ' Cause when u get to drinkin' | |
| You put me places I' ve never been before. | |
| Dear Rodney, | |
| I dont like you anymore. | |
| Why can' t we just get a grip, | |
| On our man to hand relationship. | |
| Come to terms with truly how we feel. | |
| If we put our heads together, | |
| We' d just stay home forever. | |
| Dear Penis, | |
| I think I like you after all. | |
| Oh and Rodney, | |
| While yer shavin', | |
| Shave my balls. |