Thong queen

Ridin'  high up on my hips
two strings that were about to nip
your teeth gripped in animal lust
as your hands were laid upon my bust

my little covering called a thong
played you sweet notes without the song
for something grew outside of you
like a movie we should have been blue

now if i was to say it right
the lust upon us on that night
was surly nothing we did wrong
the fault all lay with my red thong

to spit it out which would be right
as lust unfolded on that night
the thong went down your throat so fast
the passion then was at its last