(Not safe for children...muahahaha).
Little feelings flit to you -
Oh, will you flit over to me, too?
Will you?
Volcanic heart-throngs exploding like popcorn
Attention, attention! Close all the highways.
Martial Law's declared.
The Passion Police are here to play.
Bend over 'n' spread 'em - Assume the position.
I'm fryin' up your bacon, baby.
This is my proposition.
With my electronic fantasy's,
I'ma roastin' up your lamb chops.
My hips are armed and dangerous;
Your image just made me choke.
Keep it juicy, baby; keep it soaked!
Baby, baste YourSelf!
'Cuz maybe later I'm gonna make ya' Taste yourself!
Does Kitty wanna play?It grows increasingly hard to keep myself at bay.
I got kicked outa' the boyscouts - Thank the gods!
Spent too much time with the ropes;
Now, I'm really good with knots.
You lit a Fire in ma' Forest, you Mischievous Hussy,
So bend over an' spread 'em, so I can punish that Pussy!
No comments:
Post a Comment