Digi Sings for Disposa

Digi Sings for Disposa - (Hethinks The Lady Doth Protest Too Much)
(with apologies to Bob Dylan)

I don't wanna
Flounce your frills
Blast your grass
With chlorophyl
Plump your pillow
Hump your cello
Play the chump in the role
Of your sole bedfellow.

All I really wanna do
Is get that dress offa you

I'm not gonna
Play the fool for you
An move where there's
Suitable schools for you
And the kids
I neither want or need
And cant afford
To keep and feed.

All I really wanna do
Is run my hands all over you

I don't wanna
Pledge my soul
In guarantees
Of solid gold
Watch us wither
As we grow old
As the fire goes cold
And the mould
Takes hold

All I really wanna do
Is climb all over you

I don't wanna
Be a priest for you
Waste my beast
In your lonely zoo
Dying by inches
In your silk lassoo
You at the bars
With a key or two

All I really wanna do
Is squeeze a moan out of you

I don't wanna
Make a will for you
Step off
From the window sill for you
Leaving you
With time to kill
And my earthly goods
To foot the bill

All I really wanna do -

Is suckle your tit
Lick your slit
Tongue your clit
Breathe all over it
Nibble on a nipple
Make your spine ripple
Lick up the spittle
You can't help but dribble
Wiggle my dick
So it tickles your ass -

What the fuck, baby
All flesh is grass . . .