Let Him Blow
Oh the weather outside is frightful
And the prince is feeling sinful
Well there's only one place to go
Let him go, time to blow, on a hoe!
Well he doesn't show signs of stopping
And dear Alice is close to popping
It's nearly time for a royal swallow
Then he'll go, flip that hoe, bite pillow!
When he finally wears the crown
We all wonder if he'll still eat cock
Will he still be king of going down
Or will his tensions be relieved in his sock
Well the room is full of sighing
And the buttsex is satisfying
Cus' he's ploughing a teahouse pro
Soon he'll blow, let it flow, in that hoe!
