Tinder catching fire but I’m swiping left Only looking for a girl in her Sunday best With a face so pale you confuse her with a mime And a voice to match? We’re gonna have a good time Came to understand she was a real church freak Gave my dick a benediction 'til it started to leak Said there was only one thing that she wanted the most A spit roast: me to split her with the Holy Ghost This Christian miss was kissing with insistence we snogged, She said take me to church... I'll worship like a dog Started out fun. She was singing a hymn About confessing to the vicar while he’s licking her rim Ridiculous sin. I went about indulging her whims A communion of rude fun with thick limbs Slick skin and tight hip rhythm Give her a baptism of this minister's wisdom As I religiously jism onto biblically thick lips With conditional wishes to Spin and grab on her nipples And jiggle twist and then flick Hyper mania caught her Like a daughter to the slaughter Took a sip of the dick liquid it was holy water I was feeling devilish, putting spice on her eggs She was angel like a fish: no control of her legs Had an appetite and I like clam digging Spread those thighs and I get to swigging She was moister than an oyster When we fucked in the cathedral cloister Got into trouble: she was being too boisterous Didn’t wanna date so decide to foist her Off on the priest to give her holy release Soon she’ll be spilling penicillin on her genital crease To get control of the yeast, should be controlling the beast. See a man and yo she finna make a mess in her seat Somebody call the cops She’s balling all the pops And though the moms ain’t with it they not tryin' to stop Got her all dressed up in the holy vestments To get messed up and her holes molested This ritual sick; try and hold my lunch in Plunging this clunge in a vestal dungeon Then just for fun she made me suck her thumb Got it wet to let her shove it up her bum and then cum Wanted to call my mum, but she was calling me daddy Dynamite blowing up like a cartoon baddie Ran and grabbed the nearest towel that my hands could reach But real I won’t feel clean again 'til I’m bathing in bleach No more dating online - done with all that mess Masturbating's just fine, and comes with less stress Sunday lunch Come have a munch Pull up a chair with the fossils and apostles All bunched round the table jostling scrunched Taking turns on the lamb with a five inch punch Sunday lunch Come have a munch Pull up a chair with the fossils and apostles All bunched round the table jostling scrunched Taking turns on the lamb with a five inch punch Gee, another dick pic Add it to the diary Summer in the ‘Bu Got my pussy wild fiery California girls: Daisy Dukes and bikinis Like Cali boys roasting West Coast weenies They say blessed are the meek but I’m not that girl I’m the whore of Babylon here to rock your world Sodom and Gomorrah got nothing on me Mixing up shock horror with the deviancy It’s always pleasing to me to see a penis be freely Plowing into a vagine and then me licking it clean Positively disease free no warts, herpes, gonorrhoea or HIV Just a little chlamydia but it’s symptomless, kidding ya Pussy heavily desired like a chip from Nvidia Think I’d like a new idol but I just can’t get rid of ya I’m carving graven images: Ten Commandments idle My bush is burning up. Gather round for the recital I got into religion cos I’m seeking a truth But now I’m pecking like a pigeon wishing dishes uncouth Lotta sausage is the goal I wanna toad in my hole With all the Yorkshire puddin' batter overflowing the bowl I’m a sinful roast, come season my beef cheeks Or put a bun in my oven if you can stand the fierce heat My Sunday lunch juices a Bacchanalian feast Stuff me full like a goose and please pass the peas Forsooth, gadzooks! Go look it up in a book But get the fuck up out the kitchen 'Cos I’m starting to cook You try to play the ring, king I’ll castle you like a rook But baby if the dick is swinging then I’m takin a look Cock a snook at your unit and if it’s good then we doing it If it’s a widdle bitty willy ridicule and refuse it 'Cos girlies need to be choosy. Especially when we’re boozy Or otherwise you fuck a loser guy who calls you a floozy Son I’m not some chicken head try'na snatch a bit of bread Come at me with your gold: leave your shit on read I’m looking for some dudes who can make me see God Now spoil me daddy, and don’t spare the rod Sunday lunch Come have a munch Pull up a chair with the fossils and apostles All bunched round the table jostling scrunched Taking turns on the lamb with a five inch punch Sunday lunch Come have a munch Pull up a chair with the fossils and apostles All bunched round the table jostling scrunched Taking turns on the lamb with a five inch punch
