This is a song about "Robert boyle"

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

I'm after lady boyle

For the first time with robert and ani - yah

Our children must be taught, of africa

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

My balls get lubed in oil

Your balls get susan boyle