I met a little boy named ken
Was crazy about pornography since childhood with their magazines
Was wildly addictive masturbation
I met him in a bush at the motel
Hitting one with his right hand
With the other holding the magazine without falling
Said, you can give me a time?
And not put up with seeing the little ken screaming with lust
And took up his fourth
I was stupid to see their intimate snacks
Come lets sweat marks on the ruler underground
Everything was black and the small
Ken began to scream in the dark

Everything started to get blurry
I was shaking so much heat in the four walls
I can not talk about what happened inside was crazy
My body was hooked after that
This love will stick in my ass
Or will have pity on be strong enough
Okay I'll show you show you how real
I got up this morning and little ken was in his underwear
Embraced in my arms
Smell that was part of me
I was nervous I started to get
I left my small role in a number
Playing with dolls when you want to call me