Let’s play Barbie. I’ll be Ken and you can be the box I come in.
Call me Chris Brown, cause I’d hit that! [Look at her ass]
You know why they call me the cat whisperer? Cause I know exactly what that pussy needs.
You have eyes like spanners. When I look in to them, my nuts tighten.
Your so hot I could roast my meat on you, baby.
You’re like my little toe, because I’m going to bang you on every piece of furniture in my home.
You’re like Pringles once I pop you, I can’t stop you.
You’re on my list of things to do tonight.
You should join the circus.(Why?) So you can learn to juggle my balls all day.
You, me, handcuffs, and whipped cream: interested?
You’d mind if I fantasize about you?
You look familiar, have we had sex before?
You look so innocent, you look so sweet, as long as I have a face, you will always have a seat.
You make me want to calibrate my joystick without the latest drivers.
You remind me of my cousin. (How?) I want to fuck you so bad, but I know that I can’t.
You Say: I’m jealous of your dress. She says “Why?” You say: Because it’s touching your body, and I’m not.