Ya Wanna Have A Rough Marriage, Bitch?
by Road
All I needed from you was a $25 Tijuana ring and a fantasy-
and-nightmare-filled thirteen hours in a sweaty motel room.
The icing comes with the credit card bill in the mail.
'Cause I know that's when you'll make your 36"-24"-38"
accounting method known to me real fast.
Faster than that mezcal we bought at the border...
faster than that Guatemalan bellboy after my $5 tip...
faster than your mother's mouth back in Pomona
when she found out that she lost her daughter to a non-
union roofer from Indiana.
I don't know how we'll survive honeymoons like this,
but yeah, bitch,
I love ya...
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