Check Out The Mamories On That One

I’d like the lather up those milk factories and give her a well buttered bruskie... lemme tell yah
What’s the cup size of those glorious meat hills, anyways?
How’s bouts you silicon shimmy on over her and lemme slap them baps with this here sausage staff?

Every time I see a nice pair of porncakes it takes me back in time
When I was a wee pup in my mother’s buffet line
Formula is for incels, that’s how it went
And even infant Jermaine pitched an impressive tent
For mommy

Ah... mommy

Let’s face the facts
This is why folks dig bubble wrap
And why I won’t discard
Those pockets of air that get me hard
They may be through with me
But I got a package of my own you see
Needs some overnight delivery

The dangs, like eye magnets, unwavering signs
Make it impossible to meet your eyes
Their color is a complete mystery
Cause I’m here staring at your distillery

Those Dollies roll into my dreams
I’m swimming in their lady cream
But the sun and moon are going to set
Nightmare pendulums you won’t forget
Get your thrills now while you can
Corsets bind men in a trance
Years before the avalanche