Lucky The Sloth

The Sloth

by McCutcheon
He is The Sloth

He can fall asleep on cocaine

He doesn't move much

But a better mate a man never had

He doesn't have a mean bone in his body

A body covered in sexy satin shirts

And hip hugging baggy pants

Shoes that are red

I love this man

That's why I can be honest with him

Tell him all my things

That is a fucking privilege

He has the best hands of any bloke

Long fingers refined in beauty

And he loves his ecstasy, lives in that state

And he is generous with it's deployment

Yeah, the Sloth doesn't move much

You have to watch close his developments

What you see can't be bad

I feel love like I already said
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