YOu don't have to have horns to b

everytime i comb my hair...

thoughts of you gets in my eyes....

non stop on the hightop...

moon light erotic city...

if you sitting... on my lap then you sitting pretty...

like the contents of your lip purse... so siddity...

so city... so country....

you thirsty?

I'm hungry...

after this we gon need a sermon....

i mean... after all the devil's skin contact, sheet burning....

what the hell you waiting for?

and after that---more.....