Comhroinn Fuaime

What a wedding it was, Mrs. Jones, my beautiful bride, Now it's time to make you my wife, And take you for a ride. What a day, what a night, Mrs Jones ooo your looking fucking tight, Tits out, arse up, veil on the floor, She said "I do" now lock that fucking door. I'll unbuckle my belt, You can do the rest, I'm drunk as a skunk, But you know you're the best. Come and munch my toblerone, Just you and me all alone, No dog or kids tonight, Just be a good wife while I dream, And I'll shag you r