20 Song Lyrics That Are So Dirty They're Poetic

I want to fuck you like an animal / I want to feel you from the inside.

Send chills up and down your spine / Juices flowing down your thigh.

Peaches and cream / I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend / Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine / It's even better when it's with ice cream / Know what I mean.

You've got the mouth, the lips, girl, I've got to kiss / All your body's made for pleasure / You make me feel like a man should feel, like a man of steel.

I dream about a girl who's a mix of Destiny's Child / Just a little touch Madonna's wild style / And Janet Jackson's smile, throw in a body like Jennifer's / You've got the star of my liquid dreams.

You might had some but you never had none like this / Just wait 'til you see my dick.

You like it wet and so do I, you like it wet and so do I / I know you never waste a drip, I know you never waste a drip.

Step back, you're dancing kinda close / I feel a little poke coming through / On you.

You've had enough of two-hand touch / You want it rough, you're out of bounds / I want you smothered, want you covered like my Waffle House hash browns.

Push me up against the wall, don't take it easy / You like it hard like me, it's what you need / Let's get naked and explore our inner secrets.

Now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged / Oh, he so horny, yeah, he want to fuck / He popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse / He Monica Lewinsky'd all on my gown.

No teasing, you waited long enough / Go deep.

Last night / I was inside of you / Last night / While making love to you / I saw the sun, the moon / The mountains, and the rivers / I saw heaven when I made sweet love to you.

Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy / Cuddle buddies on the low / You ain't gotta tell your friends that I eat it in the morning / 'Cause she gonna say, "I know."

Careless whispers, eye fuckin', bitin' ass / Neck, ears, hair, legs, eating ass / Your pussy's too good, I need to crash / Your titties, let 'em out, free at last.

It's not even my birthday / But he want to lick the icing off / I know you want it in the worst way / Can't wait to blow my candles out.

And if in the moment you bite your lip / When I get you moaning you know it's real / Can you feel the pressure between your hips / I'll make it feel like the first time.

My temperature's runnin' hot / Baby, you got to stop / 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna explode / And girl, I got a lot.