I Wanna Be a
Werewolf
I wanna be turnt,
the woman said
I howl at the moon
each night
And them boys
hangin’ at Paw-Paw’s store
Look like they’d
taste all right
I got me a monthly
cycle
But I need a little
more hair
I want it to grow
all over
Not just here and
there
And the next time
Bobby Joe
Slams me up against
the wall
I’ll rip out his
dadblame throat
He’ll have nothing
to say at all
I’d make a mighty
fine werewolf
These teeth are
white and sharp
I’d look good in
my own fur coat
Eyes glowing in the
dark
So if you run with a
pack each month
And eat your kill
still hot
Gimme a hair of the
dog that bit you
I want into your
club: why not?
Based on a Personal ad.
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