Horn of Plenty

The boy is a girl with a strap-on,
The girl is a boy with hips and a hole.
Are you ready to play your role?

Love came and now is gone
Like an intimate disease.
Get your hands up. Freeze!

Love came and went.
The bee the lips of tulips how fragrant.
He was a motherfucker. Or a mother,

And nothing's as nowhere as another
Mother's climax fantasy in flagrante.
So let's have a party in my panties.

We'll grab the horn of plenty
And climb the greasy pole.
Are you ready to play your role?