Mountains of flesh
sweat on the lance, the sweet sand of lube.
Almost everybody's dressed to observe the *** dance.
Some are great lovers, some are rude.
For some it's a sign of self-determination.
They call it power without panties.
Some scream war,
some point to discrimination.
Find a way out of their heteronomy.
With a slippery hand in his pants and his wet eyes on the screen.
He makes love to his plastic surgery couple
next to the tissues to wipe his belly clean.
At
night it's lonely like a self-help hotline.
Only the screen illuminates his face.
He willingly feeds the gold mine.
Search of stimulation and grace.
Some are hopeful at the start.
Grown as famous as Billie Jean.
But would you print business cards if they called you the anal queen?
With a slippery hand in his pants and his wet eyes on the screen.
He makes love to his plastic surgery couple
next to the tissues to wipe his belly clean.
An eclipse of Melinda 97 really planted a seed in his brain.
Then he happened to meet her at the 7-Eleven.
He can't stand it anymore to make laughter
unwind.
He really wants her and will drag her into
his heaven.
And for some it's just a question of data collection.
Some say it's the fulfillment
of a dream.
Some hope for better health protection.
Some it's just a nightly routine.
Some are
addicted on both sides of the cam.
For some it's just another ordinary work.
For some it's digital blood.
For some it's annoying spam.
And then he pushes the button
and off he jerks.
With a slippery hand in his pants and his wet eyes on the
screen.
He makes love to a plastic surgery couple
next to the tissues to wipe his belly clean.
Next to the tissues to wipe his belly clean.
Next to the tissues to wipe his belly clean.