I met her in Peoria
250 lbs. of flabby harlot woman flesh
Is wobbling around the hotel room, farting
Mucus is dripping from her pig-hole nostrils into her mouth
Nah, streaming
Steaming, streaming great green rivulet
Her tongue makes sure no leftover chunks go astray, miss their mark
Mom I mean business
Put your finger on the b***on
Yeah, will do
Just let me finish this page
I said (hog call)
Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky
Tongue's feeling dry, swollen up like a pocket full of lint inclusive
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
Failing that, the falling fat
Crack another six pack and get on with the job at hand
Many hands make light work
But makes palms broth
Fists flying and slipping into hole after hole after hole after heat
Hey, she buys K-Y by the quart
Filled up to the elbow bone, fried up to the joint
Filed at the shin, skin hanging off in sheets and shards
You do this s*** for a living
Those grimy, greasy pores exuding their sick, slimy mixture of filth and puss
In little white whorled pustules
Every time she smiles that yellow, s***-eating grin
That s***-eating grin
Christ, she was beautiful
250 lbs. of flabby harlot woman flesh
Is wobbling around the hotel room, farting
Mucus is dripping from her pig-hole nostrils into her mouth
Nah, streaming
Steaming, streaming great green rivulet
Her tongue makes sure no leftover chunks go astray, miss their mark
Mom I mean business
Put your finger on the b***on
Yeah, will do
Just let me finish this page
I said (hog call)
Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky
Tongue's feeling dry, swollen up like a pocket full of lint inclusive
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
Know what I mean
Failing that, the falling fat
Crack another six pack and get on with the job at hand
Many hands make light work
But makes palms broth
Fists flying and slipping into hole after hole after hole after heat
Hey, she buys K-Y by the quart
Filled up to the elbow bone, fried up to the joint
Filed at the shin, skin hanging off in sheets and shards
You do this s*** for a living
Those grimy, greasy pores exuding their sick, slimy mixture of filth and puss
In little white whorled pustules
Every time she smiles that yellow, s***-eating grin
That s***-eating grin
Christ, she was beautiful