little white mecca
plastic and neat
cap covering glorious small hills
and a tight body
taking a triple A

i try to cover your whizzing mouth
by blasting chaka khan's
i'm every woman
but you just keep a hollerin'

i put on the stones and they're no
match
for the octaves you create
with my vocal chords....

i've got a little friend
it's kitkat's best pal
it buzzes me to planet X
and buzzes me back
home...