bumping,grinding, sweatingnyou like it, i knownthis is how youll get your fixnon your backnon your kneesnyou are dirtynbut i like itnwhere will i be without your supple fleshnto make me feel something for someonenother than myselfneven if this feeling is disgust ni will drown it in alcoholnand prepare to tear you apartni am vile like you and i have to get my fillni am vile, like youni will never be satisfiedni will always want more from younmore than you can giveni can bet and be surenyour gonna work it the best you cannmove, moan, breathni'd never think you'd mean anything to menfor a fact i mean nothing to youneventhough theres no other way i'd rather have it bencome on sweet honey ncome along with menill show you something newnsomething you've never seennshow you things that you thought you'd only dreamncome on babynyou knownyour just preaching to the choirnwork itnbumping, grinding, sweatingnmoaning, defleashing, defilingnwell i better get goingnwe've got a long road ahead of usnill think about you the whole way nbut when i get there ill feast my eyes upon someone newnand her supple body nand ill forget about youni am vile, like you ni will never be satisfiedni will always want more from younmore than you could giveni can bet and be surenyour going to work it the best you can