Peg, if you weren't my wife, I'd kiss you
You'll come back running to me when you're 25 and gravity has pulled you apart like a stretch Armstrong
You just asked someone with the IQ of mustard to think of something clever
If you don't mind living a life of servitude and degradation, I hear Saudi Arabia needs blonds
What's for breakfast Peg today? Scrambled nothing or nothing over easy?
Divorce our wives and move to Saudi Arabia so we can both marry Crystal
And no one understand why I scream on the way back home