ChadSpace

Now I’ve come back home to plan my next move from the comfort of my Aunt Faye’s couch
When I see my little cousin Janine walk in, all I could say was ow-ouch!

Honey how you’ve grown, like a rose
We used to play when we were three
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree?

She turned my life into a living hell in those little tops and tight capris
I pretended to be reading the National Probe as I was watching her wax her skis

On Saturday night she walked in with her date and backs him up against the wall
I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing in a voice I never knew I had before

Honey how you’ve grown, like a rose
We used to play when we were three
How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree?

I’ll teach you everything I know if you teach me how to do that dance
Life is short and quid pro quo
And what’s so strange about a down-home family romance?

One night we’re playing gin by a crackling fire and I decided to make my play
I said, “Babe with my boyish charm and good looks, how can you stand it for one more day?”

She said, “Maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes or that your mind has turned to applesauce
“The dreary architecture of your soul”
I said, “But what is it exactly turns you off?”