Well i came on along, see a pretty thing on my screen.
In the air I heard a song, down came the brightest sun beam .
Next thing I know, I was lost without control.
Looking at your show, felt the dirty edges of a peephole.
I guess i got lucky and nicknames calm me down.
Your buzzing in my ear to Guns and Roses sound.
Sorry your hands would be wasted, ticklish since birth.
But I\'d like to imagine being ripped open by your girth.
Maybe more and soon would be best.
Again we could fathom a dark and twisted fest.