Little Man Syndrome Onision

This is a song
About my pain
About my suffering


I was born
Divided

My dick is so tiny

I have to make love
With the lights out
And even then
I hear snickering

So I am nice
I cuddle
I kiss you gently
And treat you like a queen

Other guys
They don't have to try
Because they're well endowed

Walking proud
They scream it loud
You're better than me
You're better than me