Hugs = Hughes
Dear Mrs. Hugs,
This is Carson. I am writing. A song.
Your hair is up it makes me twirl
You make my life seem like a squirrel
I hate to rhyme
It makes me think of oranges
And then I have to make up a word like quorphins
Queef
Queef
Queef
Oh yeah
Queef
Queef
Queef
Boo yeah...
I think I lov-like you
You know you do, too.
Cuz that letter you sent me
It makes me want to peeeee...
Queef
This song is dedicated to Ugin Hugs
Love,
The Carson