Une douce chanson pour ta bite

In the palm of my hand, like a fragile bird, I hold it, hold it, offer it a shell,.

To shelter her body with tiny wings, she's hired me, who's taking the blame.

Her wings spread out to strengthen the sky, she bursts with joy, goes to kiss the sun,.

To find its rays, its unusual petals, proud as a pentabite.

Your dick, your dick, my dick.