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Dallas Little
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I'm rubbin' one out on my livin' room floor
'Cause my wife won't suck my dick anymore
She used to hawk tuah right on my thang
But she stopped when I gave her that weddin' ring
And now it's just me and this cold six-pack
Tuggin' my meat, layin' flat on my back
She's watchin' her shows, while I'm watchin' the door
Rubbin' one out on the livin' room floor
I'm in here moanin' at the top of my lungs
Got a beer in my hand, but I'm needin' a tug
This shit ain't fair, God, my hand is tired
Nobody told me that her mouth retired
And now I'm just rubbin' one out on the livin' room floor
'Cause my wife won't suck me off anymore
I don't know why she won't suck me off
The day we got married, she cut me off
I started humpin' the couch and the washin' machine
No matter what I do, she won't suck this meat
It's just me, flat out on my back
Thinkin' 'bout the days she'd hop on my sack
She's hummin' a song, while I'm hard on the floor
Rubbin' one out, just hopin' for more
I'm in here moanin' at the top of my lungs
Got a beer in my hand, but I'm needin' a tug
This shit ain't fair, God, my hand is tired
Nobody told me that her mouth retired
And now I'm just rubbin' one out on the livin' room floor
'Cause my wife won't suck me off anymore
Guess I'll finish my beer and turn off the light
Maybe tomorrow she'll treat me right
But if not, well hell, I've been here before
Just rubbin' one out on the livin' room floor
Writer(s): Dallas Little
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