Lletres: Amateur Transplants. Other. Titanic.

Every night in my room
You see it
You feel it
Then you go and peel off my thong
Suddenly you panic
My dick is titanic
You know it won't fit, it's too long

You scream, you're sick
It's eight inches thick
And we try, but it all goes so wrong
You spread wide, it won't fit inside
'Cause I'd rip you to bits
And you know that you'd need stitches when I'm gone

My throbbing, foot-long tower
Is the envy of the showers
But makes it a nightmare in bed
The missionary position leads to hospital admission
You'd rather six inches instead

Once more, you spread like a whore
Now you know what it's like to give birth
You're feeling so sore, you'll need an epidural
And you're getting so frantic
About my titanic girth

(Thanks to kyberslon for these lyrics)