I know a thing or two about
A girl or maybe a cow

She is made of pure flesh
And she is damn mad for sex
Her name is dirty
Ana-gramatically lusty
She’s called Lana Laroxes
Her piercing taboos are covered by oxyd
Her lips are round libidinous smooth
She can say things which sound like a moo
And her intelligence is cowish
But her skin is latex and fetish
Not a single girl knows
How to do things like her
She can sit and make her pants rip
And she can fake just like a plump-cake
When you see her face you don’t hesitate
Just grab the apple and eat from the plate
When you see her face I said don’t hesitate
Just grab an apple and eat from that plate
Watermelons peachy cerise
Banana two kiwis and peas
She must turbate every man’s mind
Her path is big curvaceous and so wide

Silly conical geometrically morbid_ah
Lana analcholica nymphomaniaca
Sexlaustrophobica vulvacromatica

Oral pro nobis
Onaniscepulis
Homo homini lupus
Femina feminae cunnilingus
Rubra rosa rosarum iaces
Lana Laroxes you teach us to love sex
Burzum corda
Alea eiaculata est
Uter capella melior est?
Dulcis in fundo
Urbis et orbis
Carpe noctem

In illo tempore
Puella cum agricola
In urbe venierunt
Magna pompa undique
Agricola semen in agre sevit
Puella fructum suum edit
Agricola felix
Virgo satis sed virgo non plus ultra