Well, I was seeing this girl, it was going OKnBut while shopping in Tescos I noticed one daynShe was having a scratch of her snatchnShe looked in discomfort with her itchy old thatchnnI thought 'Maybe she's got a rashnThat's causing irritation of her gash?'nShe acted as if nothing was wrongnBut it was then I noticed a pongnnShe had a feminine itchnAn itch on her snitchnAnd when no-one was lookingnShe gave her finger a sniffnAnd it smelt of piss and it smelt of fishnSo when no-one's looking she gave it a licknAnd it tasted like cod in batternBut I told her it didn't matternI thought the way to make her smilenWould be to head to the yoghurt islennSo when we got home she laid on her backnShe parted her legs and rubbed some yoghurt up her cracknShe smeared the whole pot around her front botnBut she had a bit of discharge and the yoghurt went offnnThe sight was unattractivenThe yoghurt was bio-activenSo she went to the bathroom to wash it all offnBut it was all caked in her pubesnnShe had a feminine itchnAn itch on her snitchnAnd when no-one was lookingnShe gave her finger a sniffnAnd it smelt of piss and it smelt of fishnSo when no-one's looking she gave it a licknAnd it tasted like scampi Nik NaksnAnd she always had a hand down her cacksnWhich was followed by a pungent smellnSo I'm afraid it was farewell