Naughty nun and your sinful games,
You prey to my weakness with your
Lustful games, you know all sins
Of the flesh, wearing your cloth of
Faith. Knowing I cant keep my hands
Of a woman of the cloth so hot is faith.

You get on your knees, and you pray
Not for the above, but what hangs in
Your face. Jesus she says  holy crap,
You want that where it  my holy hole,
No way you going back there as she
Holds a cross.

You don't want to pray to the meat,
You just like it in your mouth, I lift
Up your robe to find the smuttiest
Under wear on, as you close my
Mouth and push it to your awaiting
Lips, your ***** shaved in the sign
Of the cross.

I may wear the cloth and believe in
Up above but that doesn't hide what's
Beneath a woman yearning for man
Meat and lust, yes I have tasted a sister
Or two tasted the fruits of there loom.
But nothing compares to the sinful lust
Of having a man inside me fulfilling my
Womanly lust.

Having filled my personality on beer, ****, art and awkwardness
my lungs hung heavy and my morals were slightly isolated
as I briefly considered the most direct root
to this girl with the *******, and the possibility to access
which I knew would be quite the test, as I was by far the worst dressed
with my ripped up jeans and hair a mess.
So I finally let these thoughts digress, a decision that I know was best.
For you should not test the strength of my testosterone,  
It should always be firmly placed right back at home.

But it was at this moment where I noticed the difference between state and private school boys.
I was outside smoking the smallest, smuttiest rolled up cigarette
When a boy with a name like ‘Monty’ walked past holding a cigar the size of a jumbo jet,
The feelings I felt, both hate and detest,
As he waltzed right up to the girl with the *******, and muttered a charm under his breath.

So with a drunken heart, I went to order a ***** straight and smart.
But the bar was closed, and my song was sung, so with my head well hung and ego stung,
I left the kings and queens of that party, to fulfil their dreams.
As I fulfilled mine with a river gardens Chinese, the finest cuisine.