One of the best verses I’ve ever heard spit by Wordsworth.

If that four-letter word was never heard, then we’d be on better terms
Hurts to say it, and I hear it in return
Fiend to fall in it, me, I was more timid,
Seen it as me wantin’ to be with more women.
But I’m not – you the only lady I got,
Gave you a shot, It’s me and you ain’t gotta save you a spot
On the way to Macy’s to shop, talk Italian or not,
Babies’ll drop, I pulled over, and it made me just stop
In the car she asked “What up with us?”
I told her “It’s all good, I ain’t in love, but I do see an us in lust.”
She said “there’s us in trust,”
and in her eyes has been a us since she had a crush
Replied “there’s an us in rush”
Responded “there’s a us in must?”
I said “wanna up-and-up?  you can get out and walk,
Cause there’s an us in bus”
Enoughs enough, told her “there’s an us in fuss
So think of us and hush or there wont be an us to discuss.”