My last attempt at rhyming ended up depressingly. So this time, I'm going to delve into a subject that's almost unilaterally positive.
Why the backtalk? Why the frown?
Just unzip my pants and go to town.
Use your mouth and give my wang a holla
For the love of God, Yahweh and Allah
No, I'm not Muslim, that's just the facts
But keep on going I'll spread manthrax
Salty swimmers, Children of Men
If you didn't catch that, say “come again?”
Grab me, touch me, lick me, jerk me,
Earn that nickname, Human Slurpee
I have a great game, just hop on over
You swallow a lot of babies, I call it Ogre
Or Doctor, and I say “it's just a prick”
Be a dear, and visit my salt lick.
Purse your lips and wave your tongue
Fuck deepthroat, I'm hitting lung.
It's easy, fun, safe and — what?
Who told you it made you a slut?
Forget that, listen, I'll be your teacher
Who do you believe? Me or some preacher?
I'm not twisting your arm, no extortion
Just twist it a little, give X torsion
Be a woman! (Blow it out of proportion)
Blow it like a tuba, blow it like a trumpet
Blow it like a slattern harlot strumpet
Blow it like a whistle, blow it like coke
Blow it like an amateur standup joke
If you don't get it, you might be stupid
I shoot you with manlove, just call me Cupid
Take your tongue, give it a tickle
Call me Dill the way I serve that pickle
Slow it down, this ain't a race
You don't need makeup, I'll paint your face
It's just a break, babe, I'm not finished
You'll get Verse II
Just give me a minute.
And a sandwich? : D
Labels: Children, Ooey Gooey, Wishful Thinking