Go on, lover,
lift up my skirts
feast your eyes where the sun never shines.
Who is it going to hurt?
People like you, they complain
about the agenda of the gays.
“They’re nothing like you and I, beautiful!”
Or so you claim.
I disagree with such statements
false as they are.
In saying them, what do you gain?
They’re almost like me, darling.
They want to love, they want to live.
They want to eat, darling!
You became a part of my agenda
the moment you fell victim to my sultry gaze,
So go on, lift those skirts.
Let me show you what I live for.
Go on, lover!
I’m gonna eat you up,
Go on, lover, feed this whore.