I’m in a nightclub, strutting my stuff

Scoping out the dance floor, looking for muff

Lots of possibility, the choice is tough

To choose one dame that’s looking not so rough

****, knees and thighs galore

Moving through the crowd, to the other side of the dance floor

I pass this one girl, almost naked… what a whore

‘Much too easy’ I thought, I’m looking for a challenging score

I get half way across, and feel myself slide

Some bitch has spilt her drink all up inside

I look around me, couldn’t spot a glass as I tried

But a girl’s dress was stained, and she was trying to hide

The stain was curious. If it wasn’t a drink, what was it?

I stared at it, fixated for a bit

For once I wasn’t staring at a girl’s ****

Until I solve this question, I’m not gonna quit

Holy ****! I get it, I understand now

This bitch is bloody moist, in need of a genital snow plough

She’s dripping on the dance floor, this I can’t allow

She’s turned on immensely. I don’t get it. How?

She’s dancing by herself, what a curious broad

Oh well, what the ****… I’ll give her my pants sword

I moved in closer, minding the puddle she poured

The puddle’s at least half a metre wide, oh my lord!

We started dancing and grinding like sex play

I looked down and got concerned for my safety; I’ll get her a dish tray

To lay between her legs whilst we sway

I’m still undecided whether I should take her away

I can’t put up with this, I have to ask why?

Wwhy the basic rules of social etiquette she does defy?

She wasn’t even shocked when I asked, only a little sigh

And said to me, “Sorry, I can’t help it if my vagina starts to cry…

…But I’m aroused so much, my underwear’s all wet

I think it’s because I haven’t been laid tonight yet

I tried to play it off like it was just sweat

But now, I suppose, this is something you won’t forget?”

I thought to myself ‘you must be kidding me?!’

It looks like a swimming pool full of pee

Then I said to her ’will to this, you’ll agree…

…To come home and ride me like a banshee?’

She slapped me across the face, what the hell?!

“What the hell Michael?! You must be unwell.

I’m your sister you sicko!” she was upset, I could tell

I had just lost my mind with the sight, and her smell

I don’t think she’ll forget this either

Or take me up on my offer neither

She won’t get on my dick and be its climber

**** it, I’ve had it, I’m gonna define her

For the bitch she is, to the whole wide world

After I’m done, she’ll by crying in the corner, in a ball, curled

Now I can’t stand the smell, I’ve almost hurled

I’ve gotta leave and make my plan that’s to be unfurled

To be unleashed with wrath and embarrass

I’ll tease her, taught her, mock her and harass

It was her fault for slapping me and giving me sass

Now it’s time for pay back, and it’s gonna be crass