This Adultery Is Ripe - The Blood Brothers

Butter.

Butter and babies

This shack’s distinct aroma

Sugar, I’d come over

But it’s very hard to hump in front of your children

They’re horrific

Your husband should know your hex

Your sex complex that cursed the fruits of our passion

It’s not natural, these children with melted beaks

Sugar, I’d come over but your coffee tastes like the clap