WHY WOMEN GO IN PAIRS by Tom Jensen
It's a lonely world
When you're searching for a girl
And then you find the one you want
Inside a crowded restaurant
Finally she gives you a wink
After talking, you buy her a drink
But to the bathroom she must go
So you kindly escort her like a host
That's what gentlemen are for
But you accidently slip on the wet floor
Crash! Broken glass...a piece in your jaw
Try to speak... hear glug, glug, glug
You start bleeding like a stuffed pig
As the paramedics are rushed in
And they're gurneying you out
With more blood gurgling from your mouth
Wrote a message in your own blood
That they forgot to send
You forgot the name of her friend
Never saw the girl again
I guess that's why women go in pairs...
They fall down, bounce on their boobs...
Get right back up and they don't care
Okay so what if a few guys stared?