The Asian nymph made her way
through every injustice ever
committed against her
by unmotivated system-fuckers,
or anti-erotic activists,
or newly neurotic patriotic trips,
or newly invented psycho-kicks
or new ways for having bad dreams.
“Have and have”, she cried.
Stepping up at me she smiled.
“Change the world with me, honey!
Change the world with your honey.”
Blood pumped into my column at once.
She unpacked my tool for a dirty dance.
Mightily she yearned for a rocket-start.
All her mind was into my rock-hard.
Soaking my fingertips on that dewy morn
it was time to rip a hole into her nylon.
Honeyglazed was the landing strip of her
and for that I really complimented the girl.
The path was slick and was tight.
She carried on and saved her life.
“Change the world with me, honey.
Change the world with your honey.”
As I worked my way into her smile
she snaked her tongue for a monster-try.
Seconds of yelling and silence for thoughts to arise.
The Asian nymph made her love muscles play,
she was fond of me and showed it the way
she grabbed around my neck and licked my skin.
I found the love-rhythm that made us win.
She stood against me, face upturned,
offered kindness, full range,
her fire burning strong and strange.
Seconds later I was a turned on man.
“Love and Love”, was her advice.
Stepping up at her I smiled.
“Change the world with me, honey.
Change the world with your honey.”
Blood pumped into my column at once.
She unpacked my tool for a dirty dance.
Mightily she yearned for a rocket-start.
All her mind was into my rock-hard.
Soaking my fingertips on that dewy morn
it was time to rip a hole into her nylon.
Honeyglazed was the landing strip of her
and for that I really complimented the girl.
The path was slick and was tight.
She carried on and saved her life.
“Change the world with me, honey.
Change the world with your honey.”
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany