Butter. Butter and babies
this shack`s distinct aroma.
Sugar, I`d come over
but it`s very hard to hump in front of your children.
They`re horrific.
Your husband should know your hex,
your sex complex that cursed the fruits of our passion.
It`s not natural, these children with melted beaks.
Sugar, I`d come over but your coffee tastes like the clap.
