THEWOMAN'S PRAYER: Now as I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep. One who's handsome, smart, and strong. One who loves to listen long. One who thinks before he speaks. One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's rich and self-employed, And when I spend, won't be annoyed. Will pull out my chair and hold my hand. Massage my feet and help me stand. Oh, send a king to make me queen. A man who loves to cook and clean. I pray this man will love no other. And relish visits with my mother. THE MAN'S VERSION: Now as I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big t**s who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit. __._,_.___ . __,_._,___ --
