Lap the Lap

I'm gonna yawn at the dawn an'
see the early morning light, all right!

I grab a sandal to slap the alarm from
the on to off position, you say you

wanna go fishin'? Tiptoe yourself to the
kitchen, slip some slices in the holes, grab

the jam and some ham, 'cause the burner's
gonna burn, the burner's gonna burn,

the burner's gonna burn. But I don't get
worked up, my toast just jerked up, and

it's crunchy--like I wanted, like I wanted,
like I wanted. Like I said, it is the a.m.

and I believe that I will lay him, after crunching
toast. After crunching toast, it's the most, now

I know how he will boast, 'bout the headsnap
and the toe tap that he does when I got my

tongue in his jelly lap. I lap the lap, I lap the
lap, I lap the lap, I lap his lap. Like I wanted.

Like I wanted. And afta awhile he gets worked
up, his toast gets jerked up, and he wants to slip

his slices in the holes. Slip his slices in the holes,
where the burner's gonna burn, the burner's gonna