Friday night and I need a fight. My motorcycle and a switchblade knife. Handful of grease in my hair feels right. But what I need to make me tight are.
Put down the magazine and get off the phone. There's a place I wanna show you and it won't take long. Take a ride. Take a ride. . It's lookin' like we're getting there, over here, comin' clear.
Seventy-seven million dollars made from watching me cum. Under the sun on my vacation. After hours on spectra vision. Shootin' my jizzy-jizzum. The woody has rizzy-risen.