Morta Punto Com

The Morta wants more 'Japanese'!
He goes for everything! Ha!
The Morta wants more 'Japanese'!
He doesn't ask for the menu anymore...

As if it were being crushed against a rock,
He wants to enjoy.

Uh! uh! he's losing oil
Uh! uh! he neighs more
With his shrimp-like legs he jumps
And falls slightly to his starboard
Uh! he removed that old photo
Of black Chu Berri from his closet.

The Morta wants more 'Japanese'!
Fellatio deluge, man!
The Morta wants more 'Japanese'!
And school hot-porn party!

The swollen racket of spicy gin
(he has already wet all the sawdust)
Now! now it's all! he doesn't want to wait
For his luck anymore.

Uh! uh! he's pumping his money
Uh! in flirty hookers
Filling his ear with lies from a cell phone.

In that brothel that never closes its doors
There is his headquarters!
He floats in a bath of bubbles
In his crazy love nest.
He stutters and covers his dick with
A big towel
Plastikito brings little things
And he looks happy!

The Morta wants more 'Japanese'!
And he can barely stand...
The Morta wants more 'Japanese'!
And big asses like pianos, baby!
The Morta wants more 'Japanese'!