How is babby formed? Let me show the ways.
Find girl with depth, and breasts, and look bright
Get her drunk till she has no sight.
Till she reasons not and hath no grace.
Take her to a level ya don't see most days
Convince her of a need in the dark of night
Get touchy-feely, whether wrong or right.
Begone with purity, sing the opposite's praise
But passion, that's something ya can put to use.
One shall feel no grief as one laith
In the morning, the fogginess she'll lose
Desperately she'll wonder why she's in your bed...
But it's too late, she can't unchoose...
that's how babbby formed, that's how girl get pragnent.