You doggone right

She’s full of herself
He took one look
His neck crook
And gestured a yep
Then she told him
She needed some help
She was tired of tooting her own horn
So he blew it himself
He flirted with her flute
And blew it to death
She come in humming herself
Who you fooling?
She pursued it herself
She’s the cougar
So he’s playing gazelle
And he’s doing it well
She’s his Lady Love
And he’s LL
Licking lips
Chapstick don’t fail
She so nasty
Janet Jack, he-
So So Def
Mad-dame, she play boys like Hef
She’s his center-fold
She got his Kenneth Cole
Reaction to sweat
He bluetoothed her a sms
And as she read the text
She got humid in that sun-dress
She felt foolish, felt stupid
Hot, bothered and wet
When she hadn’t even heard his breath
Let alone his “yes”
Moans while boning, yes!
For all she knew he could just be a phone(y) sex
Operator
So she gave him a test
She gave him Tess
Her ex-girl from the West
And she had next
Her babydoll, dolled up
In a baby doll dress
How do you say ménage tres?
And the best thing
She no speaking no ingles
So she say “Si”, instead of “yes”
So she say “Si Daddy, me Daddy”
And he aced that Tess
“Oui Daddy” when we they all French kissed
A hot mess, yep.

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