I have a mirror,
that hangs on my wall.
An image of you lovely lady and you're sucking on my balls.
Look at my Johnson, stiffened up tight.
You lick and you slurp and you play with it, oh the time is ripe

Blow me now, chomp my rod
stay on me, ‘til I get off (‘til I get off)

You say I'm a creamer, the heavy spurtin' kind
I'm sorry to say that I won't be servicing your behind
Now perhaps you should leave here, yeah yeah go far away
But you know that tomorrow there's something you'll have to do this same time

[Chorus]

You ask do I love you, well baby don't freak
At least you're not wearing braces like that chick last week
See, I give you a good prong, so don't look anymore
and then I'll ask for a BJ and you'll look at me and get down on the floor