How Ashamed I Was

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I met her on the hash, how ashamed I was,
I met her on the hash, how ashamed I was,
I met her on the hash,
I thought I'd try a bash,
Or cor blimey how ashamed I was!

I touched her on the knee -- she said "you're fairly free."
I touched her on the thigh -- she said "you're rather high."
I touched her on the spot -- she said "I'd rather not."
When I put it in -- she said "you're rather thin."
Then when I did come -- she said "you're up my bum."
So then I took it out -- she said "no need to pout."
So I tried to put it back -- but my prick had gone quite slack.
Then she took me in her hand -- and she made my roger stand.
Then she climbed up on top -- I tried to make her stop.
She rode me like a horse -- I cam again, of course.
But still she wanted more -- she must have been a whore.
And then my tool grew thinner -- I couldn't keep it in her.
The she called me a nasty name -- "you bloody hashers are all the same."

 

Keywords: hashsong, sex