This is the room with a lock on the door
In the back of the house that Jack built.
This is the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
This is the boy all shaven and shorn
Who waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
This is the seam all pale and sweet
That runs on back from the tasty meat
Of the boy all shaven who spreads his legs
And moans and begs and parts his cheeks
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who sighs and spreads and moans and begs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
These are the nuts that swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who sighs and spreads and moans and begs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
These are the lips that kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who sighs and spreads and moans and begs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
This is the tongue
That licks the lips
That kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who sighs and spreads and moans and begs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
This is the mouth that sucks the tongue
That licks the lips
That kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who sighs and spreads and moans and begs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
These are the moans
That come from the mouth
That sucks the tongue
That licks the lips
That kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who sighs and spreads and moans and begs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
These are the thrusts
That cause the moans
That come from the mouth
That sucks the tongue
That licks the lips
That kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who arches his back and moans and begs
His pretty package between his legs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
This is the hole
That craves the thrusts
That cause the moans
That come from the mouth
That sucks the tongue
That licks the lips
That kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who arches his back and moans and begs
His pretty package between his legs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
These are the buns
That hide the hole
That craves the thrusts
That cause the moans
That come from the mouth
That sucks the tongue
That licks the lips
That kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who arches his back and moans and begs
His pretty package between his legs
And waits on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
These are the pubes
That slap the buns
That hide the hole
That craves the thrusts
That cause the moans
That come from the mouth
That sucks the tongue
That licks the lips
That kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who arches his back and moans and begs
His pretty package between his legs
And writhes on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
This is the teen
Who shaves the pubes
That slap the buns
That hide the hole
That craves the thrusts
That cause the moans
That come from the mouth
That sucks the tongue
That licks the lips
That kiss the nuts
That swing 'neath the cock
That stands in the morn
To breed the boy all shaven and shorn
Who arches his back and moans and begs
His pretty package between his legs
And writhes on the mattress that lies on the floor
Of the room in the back with a lock on the door
That stands in the house that Jack built.
These are the cries of the boy and the teen
Whose cock is breeding sight unseen
The hole 'tween the buns
Of the boy on the bed
And calls him baby and kisses his head.