Your pussy’s wet,
Like it’s always wet,
When I rub it with my fingers,
I washed them first,
Like I always do,
So my filth don’t get up in you,
I used wet wipes, dear,
Like you want me too,
‘cause I haven’t washed in days,
And neither have you,
And I know that is true,
‘cause your pussy smells like playa dust and morning,
Just like the kipper snacks and bourbon
I had for breakfast.