She's on the Rag

Every girl in the world has feminine needs Every day of the month her vagina bleeds Every man has balls filled with his seed Seeking out every hole is vagina greed She didn't wanna disappointment me She couldn't bear to tell the truth She didn't wanna ruin the moment She had to fuck someone in the group Now there's blood on my hands Blood on my face, blood on my dick All over the place, now I know She's on the rag She's on the rag She's on the rag She's on the rag Every dude wants to fuck whenever he can You can't blame a dude 'cause a dude is a man Any man will admit it's a little sick When it looks like a murder scene all over his dick I didn't see the signs are showing Or the visit from Auntie Flo She was on her knees and blowing And I was four fingers deep in a camel toe Now there's blood on the walls Blood on the lamps, blood on the roadies Blood on the amps, now we know She's on the rag She's on the rag She's on the rag She's on the rag She's on the rag But the whole band got inside Wish we would have known She was riding the crimson tide So the next time you got a chance to get inside Make sure she ain't on the cotton pony ride She'll soil your sheets and she'll spoil your pride Having period on your face, ain't very dignified Who wants blood on your cock Blood on your balls flowing like a bloody Niagra Falls? Runaway man She's on the rag She's on the rag She'll get that blood on your dong Blood on your car Blood on your brand new Kramer guitar Better get it tested She's on the rag She's on the rag She's on the rag, yeah Huh Ooh-hoo-ooh-ooh Better not wear white pants next time, baby