Kissing is a habit, f*cking is a game.
Guys get all the pleasure girls get all the pain,
He says "I love you", you believe its true,
But when your tummy starts to swell he says to the hell with you.
This poem is dedicated to Mark.
Luckly for him he's sorted his self out.
There's this lad I know, well he's on smack.
He started off by taking crack,
But before that, well he smoked draw.
And ever since then he's wanted more.