Mouth full of raisin biscuit, hand full of ham.
You are certainly one lovely trollop, you little hussy.
You are certainly a rose & lily, you are all a man can want.
You are all a man can have, you are all I think about.
Scoot over a bit you, plenty of space in bed.
May I here and now, explore the terrain.
Would you look at that you're naked, would you look at that you're awake.
That you are look-a-here, as every man can easily understand.
Mouth full of soft breasts, hand full of will.
And I swear with certain voice, nothing can do us part.
The light doesn't go out, come put your arms around my neck you.
A little bit more, willingly so if you want.
Mouth full of raisin buscuit, hand full of longing.
Come, now we shall make a baby, you yearning of my heart.
The bed soft in the silent house, come now we'll have to turn the lights out.
You are chess and I am mate*, thanks, you too, hello goodnight.