| The Perfect Ass Propelling like a rush You feel to me Straight down to the jackpot I knew I could never be The kind of sex you wanted it to be I had too much pretty pocket fantasy Clouding my view And when you pulled out I feel face flat on the damp concrete I always knew that you would make The perfect ass Portrayed by me and I could feel You stirring up little batter mixes Under my cup And then it felt so heavenly Like a pretty pretty bird fluttering Down towards me |