Dick lyrics

Artist  : King Missle 
Song : Dick



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Dick was obsessed with his dick.

 He would beat off at least three times a day:

 In the morning, when he woke up,

 Right after or right before dinner,

 Or right before he went to sleep.

 If he didn't get in his three daily beat-off
sessions,

 He was a pain in the ass to be around.

 He jerked off to tv-

 Especially I Dream of Jenie and Dynasty and
Charlie's Angels;

 He pulled his pud to porno books;

 He even jerked off

 To the underwear ads

 In the magazine section of the Sunday New York
Times.

 If you were a girl, talking to him on the
phone,

 Chances are he was beating his meat to the sound
of your voice.

 'Cause coming was his raison d'etre.

 One time he was in the middle of jerking off to
Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune

 When a job offer came to him over the phone

 And he needed the job bad

 But he told the man he'd call him right back,

 'Cause he needed to come more than he needed the
job.

 It wasn't that he was ugly or afraid of women or
anything like that

 He just honestly preferred his right hand.

 I saw him the other day,

 And he told me that last friday he was with two
girls at their place

 And they both wanted him to stay over.

 But he went home,

 Called up another girl,

 and jacked off while talking to her.

 I don't know why he tells me this stuff.

 Dick's a fucked up guy.