I Need You in the Groin - Gyrating Bhtch

I’m finally back from my faux Mormon Mission
So it’s time to change your juxtaposition
I like your big hat and your Nobel Prize
But now I need you between my thighs

CHORUS
Baby, I need you in the groin
So much I’d forgo eight pounds of pork loin
I’d drive real far – like let’s say to Des Moines
If you were a club, I would probably join

Some might call me needy, and yes I’m no saint
In my mirror suit I can spy on my taint
When we’re together, my life is ethereal
So come over here, ‘cause I need you venereal