I like my women loose,

Smooth as shit through a goose;

Listen! Klop! Klop! Klop-klop!

Come close, my Hershey drop.

Come here, you bathroom face—

Now why in the first place

did you ever leave me?

Is my reality

Some sort of counterfeit?

Kloppity! Dit-dit-Dit!

Come here you piss and shit.

You've got the damnedest look—

Hope you don't get mistook

For what you were before,

What kids would call a whore,

Or better yet, a wimp!

Not talking? You can primp

Until the cows come home,

Or bend over and roam

With a "Moo" of your own.

Men like it when you moan—

Makes 'em ejaculate.

I wouldn't hesitate

Putting you out for hire,

Pubescent little liar.

Klop! Kloppity! She cries!

Go ahead! Roll your eyes.

You're very talented.

My friend who saw her said

Your mom looks like a crow.

Is that the way you'll go?

You really dig this act,

Don't you? Matter-of-fact,

Let's us go from the house

Without a shirt or blouse

Spoiling anyone's view...

Wait. Is your bra askew?

That's fine. Who needs a bra!

How 'bout a camera

to catch our moonlight cruise—

What happened to your shoes?

Ladies in dishabille

Ought to wear their high-heel...

Whoa there, honey. That's it.

Klop! Klop! Klop-klop! Dit-dit!

But I don't think you need

That last shred. Stallions breed

When naked sluts are loose.

We don't want an excuse

For what's bound to happen

With your titties flappin'...

Kloppity! Klop! Klop! Klop!

Amazing! But no fair

Taking a key. Your bare

Necessities belong

With me. So come along.

(Lest you think I'm a rogue,

Shaven sex is in vogue)

Nice, eh? How can you fault

Creamy pepper and salt?

I love girls who don't stop.

Kloppity! Klop! Klop! Klop!