Write a country song about how stinky my man's farts are his name is Gene tell how I love him but is farts are a lethal weapon
(Verse 1)
Well, I met a man named Gene, a love like I'd never seen,
His smile and his charm had me in a trance,
But little did I know, there was something 'bout his gas,
Oh, those farts of his could make a grown man dance.
(Pre-Chorus)
Now, I ain't complaining, I'll always be by his side,
But those fumes he releases, they're a force to reckon with,
They travel through the air, making people run and hide,
His name is Gene, and his farts are a lethal gift.
(Chorus)
Oh, Gene, my man, you know I love you so,
But your farts, they're like a windstorm that nobody can bear,
No matter where we go, people scatter and they go,
Oh, your farts, they're a lethal weapon, my love affair.
(Verse 2)
Gene and I, we walk hand in hand, through fields and open land,
But when nature calls, well, it's not so sweet,
The cows turn jealous; they can't compete with his plan,
And that aroma, oh, it lingers, it's not discreet.
(Bridge)
Sometimes I wonder if it's just a running joke,
A way to keep us laughing through the years,
But when we're lying in bed, beneath that smelly smoke,
It's clear to me, I'll love him despite the tears.
(Chorus)
Oh, Gene, my man, you know I love you so,
But your farts, they're like a windstorm that nobody can bear,
No matter where we go, people scatter and they go,
Oh, your farts, they're a lethal weapon, my love affair.
(Outro)
So here's to Gene, my love, despite the fumes he releases,
In this crazy world, we all have our little flaws,
And though his farts may cause the air to cease,
I love him more than words, 'cause love defies all laws.