There's A Fire (in my Pants)

Chorus:

There’s a fire burning in my pants for you

I can’t get enough of you Elizabeth II

I look on the back of coins each year or two

And you are ever more beautiful

Short grey hair and a shaven muff

A man among girls, she knew her stuff

Labia rings and a nose stud, too.

She blew me away and she wrung me through.

Bright light shone on the hard dance floor.

Sweat beads glistened under mirrored ball.

Boom Boom shake the room bored my mind

Till my eyes cast down on her tight behind.

I fought for control of my wandering hands

I couldn’t hold them back from her shapely stance.

A hand on her butt, a half Janet on her tit

She spun and sucked my mouth till I tasted shit.

She grabbed my rod and made like a hoover

As far as I cared no-one else was in the room-ah

She swallowed like a bird and I growled like a lion

Then she wiped her mouth and said goodbye like it was no thing.

I zipped myself up and chased her down

I spun her around and she tore her gown

Before the ball finished we funky medina’d

Oh, God Save The Queen! And thank you, Regina.