Dear Penis

Dear [bad word]  I don't think I like you any more,
You used to watch me shave,
 Now all you do is stare at the floor,
 Oh, Dear [bad word]  I don't like you any more.

 It used to be you and me, 
 paper towel and a dirty magazine,
 That's all we needed to get by,
 Now it seems things have changed, 
 And I think that you're the one to blame,
 Dear [bad word]  I don't like you any more.

 He sings.

 Dear Rodney, I don't think I like you any more,
 'Cause when you get to drinkin',
 You put me places I've never been before,
 Dear Rodney, I don't like you any more.

 Why can't we just get a grip,
 On our man to hand relationship,
 Come to terms with truly how we feel,
 If we put our heads together,
 We can just stay home forever,
 Dear [bad word]  I think I like you after all.