L's XXXV

Years do fly by, so do wet napkins
When I think of your smile
When I think of you all
When do I think of you actually?
Pretty much always
Where’s my VHF, want to give you a call
But also imagining our kisses all over, over and all

If I am a mosque, you are a muslim
If I am temple, you’re prey
If I am an archbishop, you’re a small tiny boy
If I am a salad, you’re mayonnaise
If I am wet… cause of you

Have I told you your eyes are like lakes?
Isn’t an option of staying afloat
Whether I am with or without any boat
Whether I drink or don’t drink milk coming from goat
Whether my legs are together or spread very broad
And your lips are like a welcoming pond
And it welcomes - come play with me with your rod…

Thirsty five, I mean thirty five is a bliss for a babe
Babe like you, so hot and so tender
If you’re are tanker that comes alongside
Come and rub hard my black dirty fender…
If you’re a banana that is green or is ripe
Time to make use of my blender
If you’re my babe that has just turned thirty five
Come and show me your gender…