Sixth Sense

This is about eating pussy. Nothing else. I wanted to write an upbeat song, and well, this happened. Thing STP.

Wicked lacerations on your perfumed fissure

Sentenced to lashes, enticed by your euphoric figure

Probing for that sensational core, to liquefy you skin

Tangled by the intoxicating wires, jet a la fin

And I

I want to tickle your 6^th sensation

I want your… 6^th sensation

And I

Wanna induce your sixth sense

I want your…sixth sense

And I

I want to tickle your 6^th sensation

I want your… 6^th sensation

And I

Wanna induce your sixth sense

I want your…sixth sense

Crackling sensations, brought in you electrified

Our different lips meet, and you burn alive

I slither around, seeing if I can’t find

The thing to make you hips go into grind

And I

I want to tickle your 6^th sensation

I want your… 6^th sensation

And I

Wanna induce your sixth sense

I want your…sixth sense

And I

I want to tickle your 6^th sensation

I want your… 6^th sensation

And I

Wanna induce your sixth sense

I want your…sixth sense