I thought a desire worth any pleasure
Could never really be a sin in vain
A ninety and two shots of Bulbasauretty
I'd gladly take them all again, and again, and again

My Tristen's left me with sorrows all my own
And now I'm here with the negro all my own

Just like a wrestle court shadow creeping after me
Its only there to terrify my mind, the black cocks keeps haunting me