Baby,
I make love
A spiritual experience

By the time
I'm done
With my dirty little rhyme

You will have moaned
God's name
At least nine times

Casa Nova wishes
He had my skills with a pen

I've got words to curl your toes

I'm the path to enlightenment

The kind of lovin angels knows

If you like bigger
Bang
Bang
Bang

For your buck

Well then baby
You're in luck

I am a machine gun
I am an atom bomb
I am dy-no-mite

I am an orgasm donor
Says so on my driver's license

And I'm pretty good
At cooking too

If that's what you're into

Because baby,
If you're religious
You'll be praying
For more

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