The Sloth

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