FUCK OFF DEAR

    
YOU TOLD ME, THAT WE'D MARRY IN THE FALL.
WE'D THROUGH A HOOPY DO,                                               
WITH A HONEYMOON AND ALL.
NOW YOU SAY YOU'LL LEAVE IF I DON'T HIT THE HAY.
SO THESE LAST FEW WORDS,
ARE ALL I HAVE TO SAY.

FUCK OFF DEAR,
YOU KNOW YOU HAVE NO CLASS.
YOU CANNOT DRINK THE BEER,
BEFORE IT'S IN THE GLASS,
FUCK OFF DEAR,
YOU KNOW ALL THINGS MUST PASS.
SO TAKE THIS WEDDING RING,
AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS.