The more you tell me what you like,
The more I can aim to please,
Nothing better than pleasing you with my sex or my poems,
And making you weak in the knees
The more that you tell me,
The more for you I will write,
So that you have a smile on your face, and a tingle in your groin,
And So that your spirit takes flight
. FF.
. All ten fingers and all ten toes were there.
The more you tell me what you like,
The more I can aim to please,
Nothing better than pleasing you with my sex or my poems,
And making you weak in the knees
The more that you tell me,
The more for you I will write,
So that you have a smile on your face, and a tingle in your groin,
And So that your spirit takes flight
. FF.
. All ten fingers and all ten toes were there.
The more you tell me what you like,
The more I can aim to please,
Nothing better than pleasing you with my sex or my poems,
And making you weak in the knees
The more that you tell me,
The more for you I will write,
So that you have a smile on your face, and a tingle in your groin,
And So that your spirit takes flight
. FF.
. All ten fingers and all ten toes were there.
