Penis at the crack of noon
Prickles even the tightest spoon
The vibrator, the hullabaloo
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in shying
Pointed blankets fluff with scorn
Sealy Posturepedics torn
From the rubber mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays basted words, proves to warn
That he not doing himself is busy dying
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of coochie roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd be just one more
Person rubbing
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing