Who is that new waitress?
He wants her on his plate
Everytime he sees her
He just has to masturbate
He wants her luscious breasts
On the end of his fork
But all this menu offers
Is chicken, beef or pork
I don't want that girl to be mine
For breakfast, lunch or suppertime
She's not a sex object, she's a person too
I know that she's not on the menu
He wants to eat her body
Just like a plate of fries
And suck out all the gravy
That seeps into her thighs
He says he 'loves' that girl
And thinks that it is true
'Cause every time she speaks to him
He cums into his soup
