My doll is as dreamy as Melissa;
We used to make out 'most every day.
That was then; now she'll barely even kiss ya
And I pray, that some way, we might play.

A hundred and ten days it's been,
No lovemaking once again
Not a bit of honey; none tonight.

I'm turned down by, Sweetie Pie
There's no use in asking why
Ev'ry time we end up in a fight!

My back is really aching,
I'm too tired for love-making.
I'm feeling stress
Got PMS.
See how I'm shaking!

She's my baby; I'm her sap!
Touch her booby, she will snap!
I am hot and I might wanna run,
'Cause I just ain't gettin' love from Honey, none!

Two hundred and ten days it has been,
I don't think we're ever making love again
Celibate ain't what I'd planned to be

Awake in bed I lie, next to Sweetie Pie
Feeling so horny that I could die;
What the heck's the matter with me?

Your hair's unwashed and stinky,
You've had too much to drinky.
No good in bed
You won't give head.
You're much too kinky!

She's still my baby; giving me her crap!
Makin' some excuse of how she needs a nap!
I am hot and I might wanna run,
'Cause I just ain't gettin' love from Honey, none!
-- Talk about bed death! --
I am hot and I might wanna run,
'Cause just ain't gettin' love from Honey, none!