Men are sweet till they got fire for you,
When its gone they are a pain.
They just flush,
They just sweat.
Driving down the highway,
He picked this damsel damn.
Burning in sex fire on the bed,
When its done, they hop and get out of the bed.
Dress like a lame duck, throw their wet,
Till the next damsel damn brings fire in them again.
Click by Amit Bose