A scatological obsession, not of the norm
Dark and disturbing of deviance born
A scatological obsession, a rush and a trick
Lightning strikes and she has her kick
She lets her fingers do the walking
Lets her fingers do the talking
A rush to the head
Then you’ve covered the bed
She’s the follow through lover
Young men take flight
Licentious begrimed, she’s roaming the night
She’s the follow through lover
Beware if you meet
You’ll end up covered in yourself on her vinyl sheets
An excretory passion, a jerk and a thrill
Trapped and confused, not of your will
An excretory passion not shared by the lay
The memory will haunt you the rest of your days
A scatological obsession, not of the norm
Dark and disturbing of deviance born
A scatological obsession, a rush and a trick
Lightning strikes and she has her kick