His new-found friends
Kept him sweating all night
He'll lick and kiss their necks
Until they cum down his throat

Daylight breaks
He wipes the crust from his eyes
Takes the bottle out his hand
Oh, now he's in demand

A thousand messages
But not a soul in his bed

His shirt and shoes
He places them on a shelf
By two, he's getting off
Reaches for them again

Naked limbs
A sweating chest
It takes more than forethought
To keep this heart running
I give in
It is nothing short