To the tune of YMCA.

Young Girl,
I like it when you go down,
I said, “young girl!”,
Won’t you kneel on the ground,
I said “young girl!”,
With your lips full and round,
On your knees you make me hap–py.

(Spit, spit, spit, spit, spit)

I want to spray you with my DNA,
I want to spray you with my DNA,
It’s a present from me,
a gift to all of the girls,
For you, here are my facial pearls

Drink it down, down, down, Down…