Getting out the needs of the many. They may do any, uh, thing that they like.
Thinking that you’re independent. The dom said to bend it. I think that he’s right.
Forcing out the thing in the cupboard, pumping the udders and drinking the milk.
Wash it down with strawberry kool-aid. No, now it’s too late, you only got silk.
Act casual. Struggle all you want.
Fighting off a bloody worm infection. If I lack direction, it’s only innate.
Wahoo!
No need to assume any different. Truth is I’m shiverin’. My fuckin’ prostate.
Fuck you!
Giving life to holes and I’m nervous. Can I do a service? It makes me feel good. Wahoo!
Checking out the rings on the dumpster where men tend to suffer reclaiming their wood. Fuck!