I looked at the bedroom
Not too long ago
The walls were dirty
It needed paint so

I bought some white paint
A roller and brush
I jumped in my grubbies
I was in quite a rush

I was doing real good
It was looking great
But the paint kinda thickened
While I stopped and ate

So I added warm water
And thinned it down some
It dripped in my hair
And on the nail of my thumb

In fact, I was spilling paint
Bigger than spit
'Cause there in the pain can
Was my left tit

Well, the room looks pretty good
What more can I say
Except, there is paint on my bra
To this very day!!!!

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