i met a girl and i went home with her, she said, “had a problem last night” she was lonely and tried and get off with some carrots and the tops broke off and now they’re stuck “well, i won’t suck you nor will i fuck you till you do your job as a man” well, i knew just what i had to do, i dropped down onto my knees and dug in for some of that vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew (mmm) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots so i went down and i twirled my tongue around, but something there just wasn’t right something ’bout her flavor i just couldn’t savor: it reminded me of low tide but i kept on lickin’ when she [unintelligible, but doesn’t seem to be “didn’t taste”] like chicken, but nothin’ ever really does so despite all her bitchin’ i ran into the kitchen to see what i could get to spice up a batch of that vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots vaginal stew (ooh) vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots vaginal stew (ow) vaginal stew (unh) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots vaginal stew (ungh) vaginal stew (ewungh) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots when i returned i put the spices in gotta admit, it complimented her sunday sauce quite well well, i started diving, the moves reviving, and i dug those carrots out i reached over, grabbed two more, shoved ’em in, and broke off the tops and said, “don’t worry, baby, i’m just going for seconds of that “vaginal stew” (oh) “vaginal stew” (yes) “vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots” vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew (oh) vaginal stew, i gotta get those baby carrots