Springtime in New York

[Verse 1]

Mister Softee's back

The block under attack

Frozen Mickey Mouse head massacre

Mac cherry matte glossed lips smack

Please mind the thigh gap

Pierced venus fly trap

French kiss, french roast, french toast, light frap-p-p-p-p

French-goodbye the nightcap-p-p-p-p

Full Japanese sleeves

Brazilian hair weaves and bazillionaire thieves

Heavenly, heavily creased Canal Street queen

25 if a fiend

Maybe 40 if she's clean

Shorty in the black ripped Nightmare Before Christmas safety-pinned jeans

Obscenely scene art crowd

Bean-to-bar, insert fart sound

Far out, daddy-o

Daddy issues, data dumpster

Dumb on purpose

Optimistic prophylactic purchase

Swipe right, minimal hesitation

Possible digital penetration

Popsicle in the butthole

Wait, wait, wait, w-w-where are you going?

Wait, please wait, wait!

My safeword is "safeword"

Say word if that's hot

Word

Not!

What?

Stop! How much you fuckin' got?

Lay up off your pants, your cash, and throw the Her Pleasure trojans on the top

Drop, spread your motherfucking cheeks and make 'em talk

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wah

The familiar wa-wa-walk of shame

Glitter in the city of dreams

Sex is on the breeze

Must be springtime in the city