A cousin of wet willy dripped
Down the rim of the fresh-cleaned toilet
Onto the shoes of a wild club cat
Straight down the lace...to the floor...SPLAT!!!
They fumbled unloosening the lace
Grabbing her hair and kissing her face
Pinching her nibbies n' giving her hickies
Such is a weekend at Sound Factory
Squeezing his cheeks with the sound of the beats
Going in slow and grinding it deep
Screaming out loud and grabbin that ass
Down on his knees and getting whip-lash
Such a good time in a world of their own
Had they not screamed, nobody would know
A bouncer named Robert shun light in her face
Catching a glimpse of the joyous rage
He passed them a towel, a pad and a pen
Giving them props and a contact named Ben
Who's shooting a flick on the Ave of 8th
This natural talent cannot go to waste
He left them alone and informed Thor
A small buff guy called the janitor
"Give 'em ten minutes and then get the mop
By the looks on his face he's ready to pop"
But as he found out, it only took three
Straight down her back was a bright white stream
She got really pissed as the sea flew south
She really did want it all in her mouth
When Thor returned he came to his aide
Giving him water and fresh bandaids
He stood by their side, thinking to himself
How could a toilet give such a welt
He lifted his pants, gave Thor a pound
Winking his eyes while smacking her mound
Staggering outside to find a seat
Catching his breathe and resting his knees
On the way home they glimpsed in the eyes
Hiding a bible underneath her thighs
Stashing some glowsticks in her purse
It's nine in the morning and time for church
Down the rim of the fresh-cleaned toilet
Onto the shoes of a wild club cat
Straight down the lace...to the floor...SPLAT!!!
They fumbled unloosening the lace
Grabbing her hair and kissing her face
Pinching her nibbies n' giving her hickies
Such is a weekend at Sound Factory
Squeezing his cheeks with the sound of the beats
Going in slow and grinding it deep
Screaming out loud and grabbin that ass
Down on his knees and getting whip-lash
Such a good time in a world of their own
Had they not screamed, nobody would know
A bouncer named Robert shun light in her face
Catching a glimpse of the joyous rage
He passed them a towel, a pad and a pen
Giving them props and a contact named Ben
Who's shooting a flick on the Ave of 8th
This natural talent cannot go to waste
He left them alone and informed Thor
A small buff guy called the janitor
"Give 'em ten minutes and then get the mop
By the looks on his face he's ready to pop"
But as he found out, it only took three
Straight down her back was a bright white stream
She got really pissed as the sea flew south
She really did want it all in her mouth
When Thor returned he came to his aide
Giving him water and fresh bandaids
He stood by their side, thinking to himself
How could a toilet give such a welt
He lifted his pants, gave Thor a pound
Winking his eyes while smacking her mound
Staggering outside to find a seat
Catching his breathe and resting his knees
On the way home they glimpsed in the eyes
Hiding a bible underneath her thighs
Stashing some glowsticks in her purse
It's nine in the morning and time for church
