I'm the lover boy
You fucked in spring
My balls are bigger now
More love I bring
Come miss let's love
My skin's all washed
Honey for you
From bees I've squashed
I'm a changed thing
Comb my pubes a lot
Through my asshole
I smoke pot
There are other improvements
I floss my gums
I keep what comes out
I like the little crumbs
I can't get a boner
If I don't think of you
The butterflies are soup
When my mood's all blue
There's growing pressure
The balls have swelled large
It's sensitive to the touch
Ready to discharge
Think of all the sperm
They all belong to you
Use them for your crafts
No scrambling for glue
There are so many uses
I can't list them all
My head's stopped thinking
The brain's in the balls
