Roses are red, the grass is greener,
Every time I think of you, I play with my weenie.
Roses are red, the grass is greener,
Every time I think of you, I play with my weenie.
Alright, listen up, buttercup. So, roses are red, grass is green, you get it, right? But then BAM! Instead of some mushy line about love, it's about, uh, playing with his... well, his "weenie." Get it? It's unexpected 'cause you think it's gonna be romantic, but it's just a dude thinkin' with his little head. Since you're askin', I'm guessin' you're the kinda person who needs instructions to boil water, huh?