Orgy of One

And if you still have girl problems remember the answer's at the end of your arm. It's my orgy of one

Whippin' my wood to the girlie mags
Provin' to myself I'm not a fag
Cuddlin' pud in the twilight light
My swollen joystick's a silent fright

Stopped looking for a dream date femme
The pulsating muscle, the creme de la creme
The sink at home'll drink it down
A load of that jism will erase that frown

Layin' pipe is lots of fun
But it won't beat my orgy of one
Layin' pipe is lots of fun
But it won't beat my orgy of one

I can't leave that tool alone
I'll torture it 'til it turns to stone
Work my ham 'til it wings its wad
A load of that crazy glue from my bod

I lay in awe at the size of my tool
My boner I know would make the babes drool
But with my hand I wanna fuck
With an orgy of one, who needs luck?

Layin' pipe is lots of fun
But it won't beat my orgy of one
Layin' a little pipeline can be groovy
But it don't beat my beatin' on me tubey

You know, like, I just whip out one of them Lisa De Leeuw magazines, start working that blood viper into a state of semi-turgidness. Next thing you know I just touched the corona, and it's a gallon of that mellow jism splashing out. That mellow groovy coconut oil. The cars driving by the street got to turn on their windshield wipers. That cum's in virtual torrents, buckets. Sometimes it's Seka, sometimes it's Vanessa Del Rio, sometimes it's Samantha Fox. But it will always do 'cause I'm sick of dating. I start logging it every night, by myself, alone. If I want a big fat girl I just take Susan Nero

I can't leave that tool alone
I'll torture it 'til it turns to stone
Work my ham 'til it wings its wad
A load of that crazy glue from my bod

I lay in awe at the size of my tool
My boner I know would make the babes drool
But with my hand I wanna fuck
With an orgy of one, who needs luck?

You better believe it, buddy!