2017.08.26.
I Worked In a Bakery
I worked in a bakeryI did many things
I mixed, I kneaded
But hey, I made mistakes x2
The heat - Oh God it kills!
And I'm buck naked
Chopping bread, making pies
Always thinking about penis x2
Some oldster comes in and sits
He's not my father and not my grandpa
I'll give you my penisfor pies
The oldster said, not joking
Ref - The heat - Oh God it kills...
He doesn't know what to do of the heat
He grabs me by the buttocks
I knead the dough as he kneads me
And that goes on even off the clock
Ref - The heat - Oh God it kills...
He's on me, I'm on him
Sometimes from the behind and sometimes from the front
He eats the pie and thrusts away
I don't make mistakes as I continue mixing
Ref - The heat - Oh God it kills...
Finally he lifts my legs
And I stiffen up straight
He goes for the pie and I for his penis
I don't know how it happened, but it did
I don't know how it happened, but it did
I don't know how it happened, but it did... (and so on)