Complain to the scissors, bite the shirt sleeve. Let's see the look on your face when I make it work. If every woman was a continent, I would be napoleon. Yeah your body's the sea for me to navigate. I want to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips. I'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes, the k-9 nose in your crotch. I want to watch you undress through the key hole. You make me cum like never before. Blah blah blah blah.