To californicate

To Californicate

This is my motto
Hope my bedroom looks like the playboy grotto
Sheets soaked
In sex sin and hopes
That the seed
Isn’t produced so I stay free
To satisfy my needs
I’m gratified by greed
Partner after partner
I put my wood in her sharpener
Straight to the point
Couple drinks maybe a joint
I choose to lose my mind
We get close, we move we grind
Cancel all love indefinitely
To
Fornicate
I’d like to see the end of this
But I know my lifestyles infinite…
Because nothing else is, I’ve tried
So no more effort, just Good bye.