[Verse 1]

Hey girl, do you see the thing I see?

A line linking to a line looking your eyes at me

Dumpy young things just reaches in for something to reach for

Baby, you’re beautiful, baby, you sweet whitey peach whore

[Verse 2]

There's a man's finger, fist, shaft to the tip, mat to rug till you scream

Horny young ape walking with not a stall as I sing

No, I'm not the one, I know that you’re tripping my way

Bland and quite usual, swear it's a beautiful day

(It is, it is)