A spell of sexual abstinence the plan
In summer since the vicar stands in guide
I tentatively turn to puritan
The spill of seed a potent homicide
Your legs in slumber sweat you spread out wide
To dry your balls your dreams a female find
The succubus inserts as phony bride
Your member milks you thrash the tightest grind
Just Mr Hares invention makes you pure
The nipple clip electrodes pulse you sane
You issue muscles sexual dream disdain
Your postal order pound invests its cure
A butchers boy on bike I carry meat
To homes of local girls I like to greet
Chorus meat brawn flesh
