Your funked up creature just got you a major in beauty
with your lined lips and toned skin,
you’re the mount, what they call asurity.
I best take your form and your cultivated power
wrap it around my piller
like I was born to take strong and be the next Eiffle Tower
You’re holding me like I was a dime on a spare
the only in your pocket
as if I’d ever care.
But today I do
because tomorrow I will,
you’re the best kind of feeling when it comes to that pill.