TIN OF LOVE


Won't take you to the moon,
Or show you heaven on earth.
Sure ain't sophisticated,
It's hard to move with all that girth.
Won't spend no money- even though he's courtin',
And he won't do a thing with that nappy 'fro he's sportin'.
But the ladies stand in line, just to get his good stuff.
Only got two inches, but he's got the Tin Of Love.
On your knees you'll thank the Lord, that he's got the Tin Of Love.

Feathers tickle fancy of the erotically bored.
Get some extra D-cells, kitty's chewin' on the cord.
There's potions and lotions - and notions galore.
Open the Tin Of Love and I'll be your sweet man-whore.
Like it nice and cozy or like it mean and rough.
You know I'm gonna thrill you when I get the Tin Of Love.

Yeah I know my baby, she's nasty and she's crass.
So many been up that dirt road she's got mud flaps on her ass.
If there's a position you know, guaranteed my baby's tried it.
She's done the NFL and gone 'round twice with the Giants.
Being with my baby, damn, it sure is tough.
The only reason I'm still with her is she's got the Tin Of Love.
I'd be gone in a heartbeat if there weren't no Tin Of Love.

What the hell is that? Some funky kinda plug?
I gotta get some knee pads to protect me from the rug.
Fishnet stockings- and candle wax for dripping,
You'll be a-whoring and I'll be a-pimping.
Cuff me to the bed and make me smell the glove.
What else you got for me inside that Tin Of Love?

© 2001 Smegma Records
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