Room service

When the room-maid comes in, he’s there, nude,
And she’s , like, “What you doin there, dude?
Lemme make your damn bed,
Or else fuck me instead…
And quit lookin me like I’m damn food!”

All at sea

There she is, on his fucking big yacht,
Thinking “Shit! Do I fuck him or not?”
Just because the guy’s rich…
What to say? Yes? No? Which?
Prob’ly yes, if she’s put on the spot.

Devil may care

It’s too big! What the fuck? Does she care
The guy’s hung like a horse… fuckin yeah!
That’s not sayin, of course,
That she’s fucked a damn horse,
But she might maybe, just for a dare!