dunkin my biscotti in my coffee cos you know i am a hottie and it feels so naughty when you touch my mocha body do me a favour and savour the flavour of my lips cos that taste wont go to waste when its creepin to your hips never stop bustin rhymes any time got this cervine behind, my ass is too fine, don’t get left behind when I’m hittin on your guy, on your stag in the sack, I’ll puck up the slack and get his chest to my back then we’re ruttin and buckin and futtin and fuckin every night we’re shut in with each other just like any other guy I could get up in you’re nothin cos around here you could go ask any stag and they could give you 50 reasons why i got my swag Blue handkerchief in the back of my pants, sir you’re lookin like you go for the boys with the antlers I’m in the in the headlights, shakin bootly left and right you’re in luck, buckerfucker cos I’m here all night throw those hooves up right over my shoulders cos i seen the way you look at me, doefriend, when you smoulder come here, queer deer and shake that thing around cos you get me so high that i gotta go down