I’ll be groping you
Groping you wherever you may go
There isn’t an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep
Keep me away!
(Yep, I’m older than dirt, like this song)
All the federal judges say
They could have groped her every day
They only let it go on for so long
Out of indifference I suppose
Oh what a gropity morning,
Oh what a gropity day,
I got gropity feeling,
Ever’thin’s groping my way…
Sometimes luuuuuuvv don’t feel like it should
You make it, grope so good.
I’m gro-ping, on a jetplane
Don’t know when I’ll be groped again.
I can’t grooooooooooooope
if groping is without you
I can’t grooooooooooooope
I can’t grope any-morrrrrrrrrrrrrrre!
You give me dope… I mean grope.
Grope together,
Right now,
Over me…
Brett.
Some songs can be made less naughty.
[spoiler]*What else is in the teaches of Peachs?
Grope the Pain Away! Grope the Pain Away!
*Peaches - Fuck the Pain Away - YouTube [/spoiler]
Son, she said, have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy was nothin’ but a…
While you were sittin’ home alone at age thirteen
Your real daddy was gropin’, sorry you didn’t see him
but I’m glad we talked
Oh, God said to Abraham, “Give her a grope”
Abe said, “Man, you must think that I’m a dope”
God said, “No” Abe say, “What?”
God say, “You can do what you want, Abe, but
The next time you see me comin’, you better grope”
Well, Abe said, “Where d’you want this gropin’ done?”
God said, “Out on Highway 61”
I don’t know why … I grope you like I do
I don’t know why … I just do
Well, I’ll tell you something.
I just have got no class.
Yes, I’ll tell you something.
I wanna grope your ass.
I wanna grope your ass.
I wanna grope your ass.
Only a dope would grope. Just say NO!
These are so cute! Can we do rape haiku next?
It’s not that easy being groued
Having to spend each day guarding your backside
When I think it could be nicer being dead, or a fellow or old
Or something much less group-able like that
Groping you, isn’t, the…right, thing, to do,
How can I, ever grope thi-ings that I feel?
If I could, maybe I’d give, you, my world,
How can I, when you won’t grope it from me-eee?
You can grope your own waaaaaaaaaaaay!
(GROPE your own waaaaay-ee-yay!) (guitar wail!)
Preferable to an endless pissing contest with the Chester Molester apologists or sliding into a morass of helpless despair. You should have been there for my jokes when I was in the hospital thinking I was about to hit the floor with a heart attack.
On a warm summers evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a Groper
We were both too tired to sleep
Pain without pleasure
limbs akimbo, clothing strewn
a life torn apart.
What do you do with a drunken grouper?
What do you do with a drunken grouper?
What do you do with a drunken grouper?
Ear-lie in the morning?