1 (900) Ilu-vyou

Saw her picture in the paper along with a 900 number,

I thought we'd chit-chat on the phone,

Instead you said you'd come right over,

Bursting in you forced me down kneeling over me grinning,

Worked me up and tied me down,

I asked you what you wanted for dinner.

Crammed her crotchless panties in my mouth,

Humped her shiny love patch in my face,

Smudged her creamin honey on my nose,

I wondered if she wanted to go to the show (...for a stroll, ...bowling).

Worked me over 50 ways but she wasn't even perspiring if

I miss work for three more days

I know that I'm gonna get fired,

Plotting probing my rear opening while lubricating her strap-on

Faced down working up the nerve to ask her home to meet my mom.

I had no one; I had nothing so lonely all of the time,

Now I've got me a nympho-girl to be my valentine.

She's and angel, she's a demon,

Extra-extraordinary wonder when she'll call me back

Gonna ask her if she wants to get married