Don't.

Don't do this, don't do that,don't burp, don't fart.

Jesus Christ the magician , she knows how to moan.

Something in the way she looks does scare me to the bone.

What the hell am I doing with her, she's become really hard to bear.

We used to make love every night, but now every night all we do Is fight.

She always cooked dinner, yum yum, they tasted so good, I was on to a winner. Now it's me who cooks dinner, Christ I really should bin her.

She calls me a dog who should reside in a bog.

I call her dear just out of fear.

No more do we kiss, well that's something I do not miss.

No more do we hug, she just gives me a tug and calls me a mug.

She used to be good like a good wife should, but now she is bad and that makes her glad, and makes me sad and crazy mad.

Don't do this.

Don't do that.

Just.

Don't