glue

*** without love is a good ride, worth trying

But love without sex is second only to dyin

When kissing is missing and legs stay shut tight

You'll hate every morning and dread every night

Don't drag it out when you've lost your glue

You'll always feel lonely and always be minging

You won't notice colors and you'll never hear singing

The surest sign ever that good times are ending

Is sharing a sleeping space with no pussy pendin

Don't drag it out too far, don't do what I do