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My girlfriend got sick And she needed a few things But she couldn't get out of her bed So she wrote me a list She sent me to the drugstore I went up to the sales girl and said "Tell me...where are the tampons and Tell me, how to heal canker sores Sell me what you take with a cramp on 'cause if she don't stop whining She won't need no tampons no more..." She said "Aisle b That's where you'll find them Aisle b Near the feminine sprays" Aisle b Where they'd carefully aligned them To make damn well sure I'd be shopping for tampons for days... So I picked up a basket, and went down and found her Anything she could squirt or insert or inject And when I was done I brought them up to the counter Where each item I bought was price-checked Hair pluckers, zit suckers, unstuckers for stomach unease Inner incense for a scent like a warm country breeze... I later discovered the whole thing was a setup They taped me from beginning to end I shoulda known better This chick hasn't let up since she found out I did her best friend I packed up my things With my ego eroded I went back to live with my mom If you don't believe me The mpeg's uploaded at "Guys Buying Tampons dot com" Aisle b the dreams aren't stopping Aisle b, never again Aisle b, girls, do your own shopping Unless you are trying to make a mess of your men....