Female
Oh, this poison is good –
I canoodle your strong food
To find big pined dick
Ant to lick, and to lick.
Menthe is fired to fly,
Mother, father, good bye –
They tell me: stooped girl…
Let’s kick them strapped sword!
Male
Oh, this smell’s not so bad,
You’re gust horse, really mad,
Wool, pine prickles, all in fire
Taken jar die, menthe dye:
You’ll be red, I’ll be white –
Hamlet, takes an invite
To the juice bloody bed,
That’s Aphelia had.
Do all things how you want,
Oh, this bane’s not for you –
Your girlfriend, time recount,
Songs, this prickle adue.
chorus
All the think she sad
Where crying mad,
All her song, I heard,
Where flying bed.
All the things, we are
Sway with silver drill,
We’re the pride so far
Forms our meeting twill.
