Bartender

In my sleep,

I dream of you my peep,

And how deep,

My love could seep,

If you let me in.

So you going to let it begin?

If so we can go for a spin,

And don't worry about sin,

Because it will be aight in the end.

So sit down and blend,

With me,

And we,

Can make a sex on the beach.

No I'm not a freak,

But I'm full of sexuality,

And you got all this beauty.

So señorita,

You and me make a margita,

That sounds so sweet,

So strong it knock you off your feet,

But we want you left standing,

Or at least understanding,

So we won't mix it so strong.

Is there anything wrong,

With wanting a White Russian,

But in my confusion,

I would be licking it,

Instead of drinking it.

But I like,

Something with a little spike,

So I get a Black Russian,

And then with a little fusion,

Of me milk,

It goes down like silk,

Especially since I got that Irish cream,

Which will make you scream,

Cause now you have a mudslide.

So don't bide,

Your time,

Because any mix will be just fine.

So what it going to be,

A strawberry daiquiri,

A screwdriver,

Or maybe something a little liver,

Like a piña-colada,

Or some Jack and soda.

Everything is aight with me,

Just as long you the mixer see.