Doing the robot

Drove by your house and your truck was gone, I wonder what she does for you that I’d never done. I sit and wonder why you won’t consider a second chance. I’ll sit and ponder, continue to wonder, why you choose to dance a new dance. Your moves are too fast, I can’t quite get the timing. Beat, tempo, bass; bodies grinding. Sloppy kisses, spit switches, groans and moans. Skin sweats, matrix glitches. New booty boogie. Oh, what a joy it must be. Pain in, penis out. This is how you do it, trust me. Robotic rhythms in binary code. I hope your dick pills last for you to finish your load.