Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who’s not a creep.
One who’s handsome, smart and strong, who loves to listen all day long.
One who thinks before he speaks, One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door , Massages my back and lots more.
Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to
“how big is my behind?”
I pray that this man will love me to no end, And always be my very
best friend.
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a pub
and a golf course. This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.