If only I could rock witchyu.
Lip-lock withyou.
Rub socks with you.
All cock 'n' balls, I'm your rock.
You're my prostitute.
So in tune with what you gots to do,
the insult does not even constitute.
Bond so strong from the font,
we flaunt hot seconds on what it took others months to do.
I took a punch or two.
So much to do.
Crunch and munch, tug it a bunch.
You quasi my motto, I cum with a hunch.