Charmin the Musical, song 5.
Solo for her.
Oh my, what have I done?
I sent my husband off on a toilet paper run.
Why did I do this? Really, for what?
Bottom line: to wipe my butt.
Is that any way to treat my poor hubby?
Doesn’t it seem a little bit grubby?
If I tried... I could probably find
Something else... to wipe my behind.
Compared to Charmin, there's nothing as nice,
But I am prepared to sacrifice.
I love him more than life itself.
I’ll take whatever’s on the shelf.
And if in fact the shelf is bare
I’ll go without. It just seems fair.
I must go to him now, and make my confession
I squeezed him too hard with my Charmin obsession!
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