You remind me of medusa. Because every time I look into your eyes I get rock hard.
You've been a bad girl/boy. Go to my room.
Yeah, it's big and if you pet it, it spits.
I'd like to be one of the unhealthy things you pust inside your body this weekend.
Our genitalia should get back in touch.
You remind me of a Happy Meal...because I'm going to make you come with a toy inside.
You need some more fuel for that fire? Cause I got some wood for you right here.
Baby I want to bang you as hard as I bang the keys of my piano when I play Beethoven's 5th symphony.
I know why they call it a beaver. Because I'm dying for some wood.
My ideal body weight is yours on mine.