WingmanA Poem by LowesyThey say The job of the wingman is to jump on the grenade Is to take the hit for the player to play To take the uggo away So the hottie will stay They say The job of the wingman is to say Whatever the girl wants to hear about the best mate To lie all the way So the girl will sit on his face ‘Cos I’m a wingman And I’m here to help I’m the Robin to your Batman The fish to your Aquaman I’m the Harry to your Ron (Surely it should be Ron to Harry) But think about it, Hermione goes with Ron And Harry’s left with the ginger one! You know I got your back Even if I do have to do that I’ll close my eyes to go for the kiss But please call my mum if I don’t re-surface Tell her I’ve loved her since I was born And please, hide my porn ‘Cos I’m a wingman And I’m here to help I’m the Adam to your Eve The Thelma to your Louise The Ken to your Barbie The Mary-Kate to your Ashley (ooooh if it were them) Then we would have no problem ‘Cos I’m a wingman And I’m here to help I’m the Dum to your Dee The Ben to your Jerry The Ball to your Bat The cake to your fat The George to your Bush The thrust to your push The Tele to your phone The dog to your bone The genie to your wish The end to this list ‘Cos I’m a wingman And I’m here to help © 2011 LowesyReviews
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