| This Adultery Is Ripe |
|---|
| Butter. |
| Butter and babies |
| This shack’s distinct aroma |
| Sugar, I’d come over |
| But it’s very hard to hump in front of your children |
| They’re horrific |
| Your husband should know your hex |
| Your sex complex that cursed the fruits of our passion |
| It’s not natural, these children with melted beaks |
| Sugar, I’d come over but your coffee tastes like the clap |
