The sweat on your lips is the rest of your smack

Your breath starts to skip as your neck turns to slack

Lay down my chubby princess before you get some rest

'Cause tonight she's gonna put your crummy mattress to the test

And they say not so many strawberries grow in the sea

'Cause it's too late for changes in my family

And all the phoney princes still hate my guts so much

'Cause I just don't believe in bad news before lunch

And if I went back to that whorehouse tonight

Do you think I'd find a reason for a princess not to bite

For those of us folks that good health does not bless

The best news for us is the end of our death

Lay down my chubby princess before you get some rest

'Cause tonight she's gonna put your crummy mattress to the test

And if I went back to that whorehouse tonight

Do you think I'd find a reason for a princess not to bite

My cock