I don’t know what it is but it might be love
Right in front of the fire on the bearskin rug
You float my boat that’s all she wrote you really know how to tug
So nice and long I wrote a song dedicated it to your tongue
There aint nothing to say but that aint a frog in your throat
Lining your insides with a nice white coat
You fingers linger like a singer hitting all the right notes
If sodomy were comedy I’d tell funny jokes
There’s a fire deep inside that never tires of burning for the effect
The type of sex you don’t expect but then it leaves your home wrecked
I finally learned what the headboard is for
When it kept us on the bed and off the floor
Yeah we thrust right through the wall and onto the street
I bust my nut up in her gut and then our night is complete
She’s so sweet it was a treat but now I still got to eat
If I can manage to make a sandwich Then I’m going to sleep