Penis Dry Trap Lyrics


We met online, the date went fine, that ass was divine.

The second date is going great, we're probably going to fuck.

Or make love, no! fuck!

So we did, at least we tried, fuck!

A siren song for the hard-on's of morons. Penis dry trap

My spit didn't work, nor did the lube, it turned to glue.

Penis dry trap

Once you are in you can't pull out, without a doubt. Penis dry trap.

Now I'm stuck in this crispy vertical bacon sandwich.

Her furry furnace, her nappy dugout, burnt scrambled eggs

between her legs

Sandpaper grip surrounds my dick, I've been clambushed.

Oh wait a minute. Were you a guy? Are you a guy?

Looking back on it your voice is deeper than mine.

Plus your profile name was Greg69, I should have read the signs.

Penis dry trap.