Sandwich Of Love

It's the sandwich of love, one below and one above
In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin'

She hasn't been laid in days
Now she's covered in mayonnaise
She's a woman with no soul
She's got a guy in every hole
This is fun and sweet
We're the buns and she's the meat

In the sandwich of love, one below and one above

Over her body we shall roam
Let's hope she used birth-control foam
Even if she didn't, who cares?
When we play our musical chairs
Crustin', grossin', maxin'

It's the sandwich of love, it's the sandwich of love
One below and one above
In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin'

Come on, guys, let's put on a rubber
And dig into her blubber
Duce has to prove to be crass
He sticks his dick right up her ass
Sickie goes for a mount up front
He sticks his throbbing sickle in her cunt
Mr. Can't was recovering from mace
So, he sat on her head and jacked in her face

In the sandwich of love, one below and one above
In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin'