Cushion

A little cushion sit on

Felt a little pushin'
when I was with a woman

She kept me pushin'
Into her cushion
I kept pushin'

Show I could feel her passion
I pulled out and kept on pushin'

Why not a plush carpet
A tunnel with deep pink and fuscia patterns

I did wail
I need and want her tail

Keep on pushin' to feel her passion
Hear her moan, bewail, and craddle my hips
Keep thrustin' with and against her cushion
I felt her pushin'

She is pushin' back
Must be having a gas

She said here I come
Gushing all over my face

I won the big race