Then her mother said “Mind my words, Brigid.
Men’s pricks are always halfway rigid.
Don’t go tempting fate;
Once it’s done, it’s too late!
Keep your panties on, act like you’re frigid.”
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Then her mother said “Mind my words, Brigid.
Men’s pricks are always halfway rigid.
Don’t go tempting fate;
Once it’s done, it’s too late!
Keep your panties on, act like you’re frigid.”