Dear Penis

by Rodney Carrington Dear Penis, I don t think I like 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 u 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 your the one to blame. Dear Penis, I don t like u anymore. Now he sings, Dear Rodney, I don t think I like u anymore, Cause when u get to drinkin You put me places I ve never been before. Dear Rodney, I dont like u 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