i like cherries small and sweetngonna pluck them from your cherry treeni like your butter when it's soft and warm i'llnspread it on the bread with my ring fingerni like farming with my plow and hoenanything to get your little garden to growni like to whistle when i make you scream as long as you arennice and tight and squeaky cleannnthough there will never be a time for me and natalieni see her every moment in someone else's sheets nwhere she and i live our lives fulfilling allnmy fantasies but all my hopes are dreams becausenshe never meant that much to menni like the honey in the short red dressnit's me that's watching you i must confessni like the honies with the dark brown eyes as long as they bring nalong their big old thighsnni like the smell of your nectar sweet and gettingnon my clothes like some freshly cut meatnand i like the lovely little cheerleader girl where every night's a promnnight when you're in my worldnnnever called romeo not like you know him though more like the man in yourncheap magazinesnwho lives and who listens then gathers his wisdom based onnthe results that allow him to benit's not that i'm sexist, confused, misdirected because i say thing you don't want eyes to seeni'm just an old rover stop talking roll over let's get this shit over and watch some tv.nnwon't you settle down now, take your panties off?