you know the type,
to lurk in your room at night
tryin’ to get some sweet pu**y
creepin’ like a parasite
I don’t mind at all
4 you 2 make that call
take me against the wall
so we can grind n’ fall
late into a masquerade 
on a wild sexual escapade
cauz’ I’m not afraid
2 scream
this dream 
it seems
for your fantasy
sweet ecstasy
nothing left to burn
some magic yearn
till it’s my turn
so you 2 can learn
to be the master
as it gets faster
coming back nastier
for one last venture
in my own dementia
fillin’ this quencha
thought I mention
to be on cue
you sneaky predator
like I always knew!