fuck a poet

baby, baby, baby
If you want dirty talk
you need to fuck a poet

If you want security and stability
fuck an insurance salesman
diamonds and pearls?
make your way to Trumps high rise
caviar and expensive china?
you better take the next leer jet to Paris

but if you want a guy
who can glide down your side
go splish splash with your hourglass
riding your body
tossin' hot heated words
well if you want some of that stuff baby

you better fuck a poet

If you wanna ride the lighting
in between the sheets
hear grunts and groans
that make the whole world wake
come on
lets go start us an earthquake
and when you scream and cry
you'll then know why
when words begin to fly
my shits to die

you obviously need to fuck poet

when I throw words around
like bitch and hoe
there always followed
by maam and miss
when I try to throw down
and offer a crude diss
I'm often reminded of a humble kiss

baby you need to fuck a poet

I wanna take time
to take you
to the dark parts of your mind
and while we go there
and do that
you're gonna hear me bitch slap your heart
if that sounds like a play dream you want to have

then you better fuck a poet

I'll read you up one side
and slowly down the other
bark sweet somethins in your ear
not appropriate for a mother
I'll climb through your dirty mind
with words of your sex, shame and lust
knowing with me tonight honey
you just gotta trust

baby....
do yourself a favor
fuck a poet