When your hands go the distance
And you offer no resistance
Is when you'll hear her take your name
And so we begin the game
As your lips lock into hers
And a moment there it stirs
You feel your heaving breath
As you press against her breast
A voice in your head says stop
You deserve a better crop
Cz she's wily and sick
With her target your dick
But when you're on the road
With the skills you have bestowed
She's at home eating jam
Of a different kind, from a man
Who are you? I ask
Looking down into my flask
Is it me just being sober
Or did I sleep into October?
He says he has wings
He can see many things
You may believe me if you want to
Or just let the wine come get you
But I ain't done no wrong
To a noble class I belong
Then why would she come closer
If all she wants
Is someone's little wiener?
