To say I want to ram you would be crass.
I'll cut the bull and skip right to the chase.
You see, I crave your twins and your tight ass.
Unless you have crabs, I must kiss your face.
I am the lion, king of your wild bush.
If you're a virgin, I shall set you free.
I'll scale your curving landscape, make you gush.
Sting like a scorpion or honey bee.
I shoot like archers fixed on the red spot.
Like a goat, I will eat damn-near anything.
As I bear water boiling in your pot,
The fish will stew and you will surely sing.
Baby, this is no cheap-ass pick-up line,
But I was wondering: what is your sign?
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