Menage a Trois

She brought her bestfriend Said they're from the West End We all dancing and jumping Rum is the flavor we intend You should se the way their bodies bend Both their booties bumping My house is where I brought both of them Life is too short to not be twisted up in bestfriends No talking going on Mouths are moving but no words are coming out If this was the Olympics I would have won Rear ends thick and stout Bodies squirming and giggles r being let out They do me together Can't decide with one is better They're naughtier together They call me whenever On the regular Both of them take this pipe Keeping theirselves tight Making eachother feel right Tonight and every other night Don't stop 'til they see daylight Euphoria in their sight Already made plans for another night Screams and moans leaking out of the room Neighbors hate when we have a menage a trois