Honey-pie plunger-dunk,
You know that I love to
Hand-help myself.
I love you to the point of welts.

In and out my five,
You come and you go.
If I craved real stricture--behind
Kissed it off for grip-around time.

When I clasp my fingers
Around your "eye,"
You'll come runnin' real soon.
I dry what handshakin' brings,
I have got to hand it to you.
Oooooooo!
Hand-help myself
Ohhhhhhhh.
I hand-help myself.

Honey-pie plunger-dunk,
A tweaker of my gland I be.
Hand-help myself--
Love my tool, as you can see.
Wanker--fell you 'cause I love you.
Fell you till you droop,
Till you're tired.
And every time I keep the pace,
I choke up on the outside.

When I call your name. . .
Sounds like I'm in pain
Churnin' feelin' starts.
Pair make it depart.
There's matter on my thigh--
It's runnin' down the side.

Honey-pie plunger-dunk,
You know that I tweak for you.
Hand-help myself
I love you to the point of welts.

Honey-pie plunger-dunk,
All I think about when I grasp you
I hand-help myself.
I wank you and nobody else.

Honey-pie plunger-dunk,
You know that I love to
Hand-help myself. . . .