Love Song

All he wants is your pussy
With a riddle, de-diddle, de-do.
He isn't gonna keep it
He'll give it right back.
He really only needs it for a minute or two.

All he wants is your pussy,
So he can fill it with his goo.
All he wants is your pussy
With a riddle, de-diddle, de-do.

All his declarations
Are just tergiversations.
He really doesn't care about your mind.

When he speaks of love undying
You know that he is lying,
All he really loves is what's in front of your behind.

All he wants is your pussy
With a riddle, de-diddle, de-do.