I know a guy that smells like kyarn
Like he's been working in ******
knees deep out on a farm
his hair is long and *****
he's unaware of a brush
But he seems to be happy
and I keep looking for him to flush
He eats the little squirrels
He shoots out of the tree in the yard
he says five makes a meal
I say he's a ******
I have to take him seriously
Sometimes it's really hard
his nose is always running
One day it ran too far
I always get a belly laugh
When he tries to confess his love
I just start praying, Mercy
Have mercy from above
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
I know a guy that smells like kyarn
Like he's been working in ******
knees deep out on a farm
his hair is long and *****
he's unaware of a brush
But he seems to be happy
and I keep looking for him to flush
He eats the little squirrels
He shoots out of the tree in the yard
he says five makes a meal
I say he's a ******
I have to take him seriously
Sometimes it's really hard
his nose is always running
One day it ran too far
I always get a belly laugh
When he tries to confess his love
I just start praying, Mercy
Have mercy from above
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