Ay, lad!

I will walk to Rotterdam
The place I want to be,
Where legs will feel much lighter,
Where I will dance more free.
I will walk to Gjerdmundshamn
With a name so fucking long,
I'll pick an axe, a beer,
As self-sufficient as I am,
A lady goddamn strong.
I will walk to Dingle,
Hoping I shall mingle,
As trustworthy as steady boots,
In mud thoughts covered, there she shoots.
And just as I walked down the line,
I slipped and saw a man damn fine,
And since there came a chance to dine -
I jumped up charming the poor lad,
His hair so thick, his stature - mad!
But wait, mate, something's wrong, you're soft...
Oh, who the hell am I to lose,
Drank too much beer,
It is a moose.

Pretty Baby.|Explicit.

You all are fuckin ridiculous,
And I'm not afraid to say it.
Put those stockings on
And play it.
Cause I am a woman, I'm supposed to
Fuckin sit.
My mouth shut, Imma fancy dog on chain.
I'm so damn lit.
My fur is shinin',
All them boys likin'
Their cowgirl is so strikin'.
Smokin' hot
Black heels, no feels.
Smell my Playboy fragrance
Called "Sex'n'appeals".
An affair or two,
I'm your pretty Mary Sue.
Girl of dreams.
Of thighs and chest,
The costume seams are put to rest.
They crackin',
Cause I'm damn best.
Don't need to put me on to test.
I'll take yo' money, bake the rest,
Into my million dollar breast.
My fire on, boys passin' by,
Mind like a dirty little fly.
I'm so damn lit, mouth shut, perfection!
I'll be your sweetest cherry pie,
Sell me your shit affection.