So LUMBERJACK I’m clever and alert in a leather skirt
Forever flirt sometime scared trembling extreme but no hurt
Resembling a queen low jerks don’t get the time of the day
Pack my cute lace in a black suitcase, just articles for travel lay
Down my body particles unravel because I’m hot down there
Sex pleasure is nasty can’t measure the capacity mess around and share
A cock with another girl that’s the other world of being
Tricked by a boy while he lick cooch and toy just seeing
Me go crazy while he yells “oh lady oh no baby” on wet sheets
The sweat is deep how do I get to sleep? Kisses just set heat
If I don’t snooze I lose he thunder my pies while bags under
My eyes from lack of sleep dang why boys go crazy on it I wonder?
LUMBERJACK a queen thinks about bed my lips between
Pink and red in an affair nervous like shaky air service seem
My thoughts just fly in wrong direction during a home connection
Having a phone conversation talk to boys alone in grown affection
Could be sex regulated complex an impregnated equals a baby
Shared by two and given care true so to have sex is legal maybe?
Sad abortions causes bad portions of your life to be erased
Strife will then chase your mini-skirt, plenty of flirt embrace
Your brain