You told me you are twenty three, but you’re really thirty four
You told me that you kiss for free, but now it’s twenty more
You told me you’re a dress size ten, but eighteen really is it
You told me I could cum again, but you meant another visit
You told me I’ve the largest of cocks, but it’s really not that big
You told me you have silken locks, but in fact they’re an Irish jig
You told me you would swallow my cum, but you spat it in the bin
You told me you’ve a Brazilian bum, but it’s small with flabby skin
You told me you are six feet tall, but you’re wearing high heel shoes
You told me we would have a ball, but I know I’m about to lose
You told me that I give you joy, but your screams are such fake shit
You told me I’m a handsome boy, but I’m an old, fat, ugly git
You told me we can take things slow, but kept looking at the clock
You told me “Sorry to see you go”, but pushed me out and turned the lock.
