Dear Abby, Dear Abby...
You won’t believe this
But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss
My girlfriend she tells me It’s all in my head
But my stomach it tells me to write you instead
Signed Noise-maker
Noise maker, noise maker
You have no complaint
You are what you are
And you ain’t what you ain’t
So listen up, buster
And listen up good
Stop wishin’ for back luck
And knockin’ on wood
Signed,
Dear Abby