~~ --Intro-- , Add9 --Song-- Since I moved into your place, one year ago today, our relationship has deepened, in a spiritual way. As time swept gently forward, And winter turned to spring, I know you so much better, because I fucked all your things. I put my package in your mailbox, made love to all your chairs, dropped a load inside your washer, Went down on all your stairs I took your cabinets from the front end, your sofa from behind, I looked deep into your vacuum's eyes, and then we sixty-nined! Thanks in advance for not judging me, or this aspect of my soul. When I dick-smash all of your belongings, is when I'm finally whole. (Intro) I boned your couches and your telephone, and all your scented candles and your dictionary, fishtank, and the pictures on the mantle. I had sex with your whole kitchen, with no boundaries and no limits, and your lamp was looking so good, that you know I had to hit it. Your wallet and your toothbrush, and your jacket and your red hat. Are you mad about the toothbrush? Just forget I ever said that. Your carpet and your furniture, your windows and the curtains, and I licked your stamp collection. (N.C) I dicked your floor for certain! I'm glad I got this off my chest. My soul has taken flight. Don't slam the door on your way out darling, Because I'm slamming it tonight.