4 July 2012
Well Mr Grey You are in a book You can not write Nor can you cook
You talk quite a lot About how you make love But I'll tell you right now I'm the gift from above
For it is my penis That's deadly and real Ask my wife She's had a good feel
So stop filling heads With your words that you dribble My fingers held high So you can go swivel
The Real Mr Grey • Opuss № I