You see bitch, I want to get to know you, spend time together and bond, no time to be wrong, straight to getting it on, like Sean Connery, we're going to get ornery, because I'm shaken by what you stirred, and much like the word, the bird, bird, bird, is what you deserve when I deliver one finger to the middle and make you linger while I press on the center skittle, bitch, you've strung my fiddle, so rosin the bow, the friction drag is slow while we play these chords in the sheets, foursomes with whores, I fuck with my feet, my balls free of sores, calicium in my bones and bitches in my phone calling me when I'm prone to answer, I say things like, "don't think you're a dancer, you're a stripper with nose job that makes you look like flipper," taking your self-esteem down so low that you'll call me a soul-ripper and prove how gullible you are so blow me in the car, I like roadhead