My Trois, my Three
Belonged to me
'Cuz she signed up for three weeks of slavery

We knew that BDSM
Was a life we both preferred
And the thought of a three week blind date was just
So fucking absurd

We played our roles
I filled up her three perfect holes
What an awesome date

Then we went on another one
Why wouldn't we
When the first one was so great?

We both thought we had found our perfect match
I was her itch, she was my scratch
There were two of us, but it sometimes felt like three
Was it my giant head or her split personality?

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My three, my Trois
Don't ask pourquoi
She just does what needs to be done
The perfect slave
Don't misbehave
'Cuz she's South African
She's my pony and I'm her rubber pup
After I ride her, I get "Apar-theid-up"
Until she gets the itch(?), and makes the switch
And I become the one who gets fucked

[Chorus]
My three, my Trois
Don't ask pourquoi
She just does what needs to be done
The perfect slave
Don't misbehave
'Cuz she's South African