I admit that I’m a bit of a screamer But I promise, when I’m done, you’ll be a creamer.
Butter my buns and call me a pastry. Because this tart is getting a one hell of a jam filling tonight.
Lets just say my couches have seen quite a bit. Maybe you could pushin’ my coushin’ and give them another story.
See, I wear white to trick the boys into thinking I’m sweet and innocent. But they all end up sucking this.
Sometimes I like to get in touch with nature. Something about feeling a thick piece of wood in my hands…