I love to circumspectly stare

At your Gucci underwear

I love to rip it off once more

And see it crumpled on the floor


I love to kiss you Paris style

It makes my heart beat, oh, so wild

As I make progress toward my goal

To put some rapture in your soul


Come with me to sweet Valhalla

While you're whooping, I will holler

In that celebration glory

****, I like a red hot story


It might last a hundred years

But if we don't please have no fears

We'll stay close on our connector

Till our last drop of heaven's nectar