You drip, drip, drip
Then I sip, sip, sip
I pour in my cream
To smolder some of your steam
Add sugar for sweet
My heart quicken a beat
Grab your handle
Like a finger sandal
You taste of bitter mistrust
My throat warmed by your lust
As you surge within
Give me a taste of sin
You were satisfying to the last drop
Your goodness hit the spot