She enjoyed a nice root, now and then,
And again, and again, and again,
But to be someone’s wife?
No, she’d make it through life
With a few, (well, a dozen) good men!
Tag: promiscuity
Love the one you're with
Though she swore that she loved the boy dearly,
Maybe, too, meant it sincerely,
Feeling that way
With whomever she lay,
Well, who knows whom she loved, or more nearly?
Alive!
A bored housewife, who used to contrive
To sneak out for a drink and some jive,
Gave herself to strange men,
And again, and again,
Just to make herself feel alive!