Ben Franklin Mob H3

A long long time ago, I can still remember
The day I got my first blow job
Oh how my pecker quivered, with every tongue lash she delivered
And when she licked my ball sack, I couldn’t hold my load back.

I tried to stick it up her butt,
But I missed her ass and ripped her gut.
I knew I’d have to find a slut,
The day, my puppy died.

And she was singing,
Why, why did that dog have to die?
That retriever had a beaver that would never run dry.
She’d fetch my pipe and slippers and then unzip my fly.
Why did my dog have to die?