stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes Sex, Goddess Track 3 from "fresh blood" by proGrammar Why do we have to get drunk, girl, before we sex up? I like to feel your whole body flex up to your neck. I love to wreck every single part of you. I like to touch the (w)hole and the heart of you. Yo, I'm smarter than you, this is true, that shouldn't stop you from stepping up to me, and asking if my cock's due for polishing; rebuff, shine with the wax and such. I'm like the British 'cause I tax too much. When I touch, your body revolts from unexpected pleasure. No previous experience from which to draw a measure. Brothers is inferior, concerned about their manhood, while I'm concerned about you, and showing that this man's good. "Demand good loving," that is my best advice, ladies. I notice that you had to switch to that device lately. Oh, no, no, no, no need for that; I got the fatness. Antithesis of a room: I never enter hatless. The fact is I shack with more hot dates than summer. My jock is a free ride and I'm taking all comers. No, girl, you don't get to be the only one. 'Cause, girl, uno-gamy be no fucking fun. Oragami-style. Make you smile, this is my only goal. My lonely knick-knack love to fill up your horny hole. Covered in plastic like a fruit basket. It's fantastic! Let me let my tongue ass-lick. A bombastic orgasm for the fascist monastics. Girl, do some gymnastics and land on your crack. It's not a single thing we need to be ashamed of. And, once it's all over, you'll say, "Glad I came, love." stream this song | back to album page | back to homepage | buy this album on itunes