Head off you shoulders ( 2)

Roses are red violets are blue The whiskey is warm and I need some more. I need your head roll it off your shoulders pass it to me, roll it off your shoulders pass it to me , baby the way you taking my soul I don’t need the Reaper , tell him take the day off, taking me to then pearly gates with no hands violets are blue , Roses are red, the eye contact sends chills while ya working that throa , throa , throat , ooooooo, baby ,baby , baby, right there, right there , right there , the way you choosing me over air, you must be a meat connoisseur, baby baby , are you trying to posses me , low key working, fuck , fading in an out , of conscious , I’m a mess , and you making messes , roses are red , you give dangerous head, the kind that make stalkers, baby keep working that throat , that throat , that throat, right there , right there , right there, ooooooooooo baby , baby, baby , the way I’m shoving your head should be illegal , the way you working that tongue you sure your not part reptilian , flicking that tongue every which way , trembling to the feel of those lips with each pull and suck , tears of joy streaming down your face tears of joys streaming down your face the way finishing me into a flawless victory , these moments, I’ll never forget, the way look me in the eyes and swallow the evidence , baby ya heaven sent , baby it’s magnificent, baby , baby , I I I I I I I want you 24 7 , eight days a week , Roses are red violets are blue The whiskey is warm and I need some more. I need your head roll it off your shoulders pass it to me, roll it off your shoulders pass it to me baby ,