I’m not a betting man
If i was i’d have my money on the mule
From my lips to your ringing ears
Cut the screen and open wide
As you bask in the sun
You never complain
No
You just pa** the plate around
I’m not a betting man
If i was i’d have my money on the mule
Bad taste
Panting like a dog
f**ed before the gettin’s real good
From my lips
To your ringing ears
Better buy it a drink
And pa** the plate around
Im not a betting man
If i was i’d have my money on the mule