Pussy Kingdom

Some guys travel around the world
in search of pussy and tits to twirl
I don’t meet ladies in the laundromat
or at the bus stop or places like that
I have the greatest luck with women that smile
that I find in the Super Market aisle
My dick is like a homing rocket
Most women end up in my pocket
Fat girls, skinny girls, married or single
Every woman wants that inner tingle
A tryst with my penis is a reminder
that nothing in her vagina ever felt finer

Women love a man who can cook
One who doesn’t use a cook book
and knows his way around the kitchen
How to pick fruit is his mission
Succulent melons need frequent mouthing
Even fat jack fruits deserve special housing
A man who fields a stiff cucumber
can keep a steady thumb’er
on that button that women hide—
sometimes you just gotta slip inside
and let it unfurl just like a flower
as you make her cum for an hour

The way to a women’s ripe pussy
is not canned cat food mushy
Oft times I cook’em a special meal
After which I start to feel
their tits and ass and holy water
I treat them good, you really ought’a
If a women can push away a good meal
She will also push away a cock of steel
You want a gal hungry for tube steak
to mouth your sweet breads and tongue your tate
To lie on her back wth her knees held back
as you mount with that special nack

Thin girls can wolf down a two pound t-bone
Fat girls who will suck a sausage and moan
(then cradle your dick like a telephone)
I have no preference racial
If they ask I’ll give’m a gooey facial
Some gals I find are kinky-er
they like to take it up their sphincter
Like a classic roast that’s in the stove
I like to pull down their panty hose
and fit my cock where God intended
deep inside their pussy extended

That’s why I go to the Super Market
I drive my car and then I park it
But I don’t come home alone
I bag a gal or two on loan
I don’t care if I fuck or am blown
One will do and two are finer
Two good friends make a grand bed liner
You’d be surprised how one will lick
as you insert your erect dick
in her girlfriend’s swollen chasm
Then suck your balls as you spasm
Don’t forget to give her a treat
with your tongue or a second heat

The Grocery Store is my own kingdom
Some women play smart and others play dumb
I make’em happy, I make‘em hot
I fill their hopes and tender spots
So gentleman, take my advice
Go out in search of the spice of life
Women want firm cukes and fresh banana
With open mouths they'll swallow your Manna
No need to go to gay Par-ee
or London Town or Canarsie
Just check out the girls while you’re shopping
Pretty soon your pickle be a-popping