To all the girls I’ve loved before;
I’ve travelled to love many more
Than just the one who’s down
In Buenos Aires town—
He estado in mi amor.

To all the girls that I’ve caressed
A new meaning to “I am blessed.”
List continues to grow
There’s still some mo’, you know,
Of all the girls I’ve loved to score

So many women I’ve been knowing,
That’s in a biblical way:
Get it? Well, I’ve got to be going—
You won’t see me for several days.

To all the girls who aren’t my wife;
The numbers, I fess, are more rife.
There is one in each town
Where I travel around.
To all the girls I’ve loved encore.

To all the girls who’ve shared with me
Their favors as they’ve bared with me
(There’ve been so many paired with me
For taxpayers plane fares weren’t free
Why will my wife not bear with me?
She’s set a journal’s snare for me).
I must master the art
Of telling them apart
All of the girls I’ve loved before.

So many women I’ve been groping,
That’s in a digital way.
When I return home, I am moping;
My wife is not making my day.

To all the girls I’ve humped and more;
Adultery’s what I adore.
I don’t think with my crown
But what is further down.
I’m dumber than an bulkhead door.