i came here to tell you my loinz have been shakin'
my hips are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin'
when i think about steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
leave it on till it lingers like top 40 pop singers
lick some beans off my thigh, i'll shoot my load in your eye
you should savor the taste of my sweet poonanny pie
i carry it around with me in a bag that says versace
along with my hitachi and some soy or teriyaki
need some salt with that thing! a cock with no custard
like ketchup with no mustard (tight assholes make me flustered!)
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