Now I lay me down to sleep.
Please don't send me no more
creeps.
Please just send me one good man.
One without a wedding
band.
One good man who's sweet as pie.
Who brushed his teeth and
doesn't lie.
Who dresses neat and doesn't smell.
And is sexy like my
man Denzel.
Is super-rich like Michael J.
On second thought, that's
okay.
Man, if I should die before I wake,
that would truly take the
cake;
No matrimony or honeymoon.
No fancy reception planned for
June.
No throwing of the wedding bouquet.
Please, God, don't let me go
out that way.
If I die before I meet Mr. Right
I won't go out
without a fight.
But then again with my luck,
He'd probably be just
some schmuck.
The single life is not that bad
I know it's just a
passing fad.
I won't be blue. I will not frown.
Besides, I like my
toilet seat down.
No more makeup, won't comb my hair.
So never mind
this stupid prayer.
The single life will do just fine.
So what's
up, girlfriend?
IT'S PARTY TIME!!!!
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