Second day of Christmas
Find myself on my knees
She ain't exactly my kind, you know
But I always aim to please
Shouting it out like a rooster
Acting out like newlyweds
Funny thing though, already then
I knew that I lost my head
But it's my occupation
It's my sole purpose in life
Being a favorite lover
But she ain't ever gonna be my wife
My mom was always a skeptic
She says, I've seen this before
You oughta slow it down, my son
I ain't even sure that a woman's what you're looking for
And your head is still fragile
From the first one swinging on
So what you think is gonna happen
The seventh time will be the charm
But it's your occupation
It is your sole purpose in life
Being a favorite lover
But she ain't ever gonna be my wife
I used to live on top of the city
Garden, view, everything
She wants to take over her daddy's firm
Fulfill her new age identity thing
My house is only hours
On sale to pay her daddy's overdraw
Now I live way outside the city
With a needy father-in-law
With a needy father-in-law





But it's my occupation
It is my sole purpose in life
Being a favorite lover
But she ain't ever gonna be my wife
My mom was always a skeptic
But her body hadn't feared her
She wanted to know
Do you live in a Welcome House then?
I don't know
But I fear for you
It's the right thing to do

And I see you in these life
Everyday I see them

But they're jednak
And you say, ugh.
My sole purpose in life
Being the favorite lover
But she ain't ever gonna be my wife
In the land of milk and honey
I do my walk of life
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