That Old White Magic’s got me in its spell.
That Old White Magic that you weave so well.
Your slim white legs are resting on my spine.
My thick, brown lips will make you mine, all mine.
I kneel down slowly,
Then I crawl to you.
I suck your girlcock,
And you start to coo.
Then ‘round and ‘round and ‘round I go,
More and more and more I blow.
Sinking in sin,
Loving the spin that I’m in.
Falling to that Old White Magic called
Honey, your Black Man’s Kryptonite has made me weak in the knees and all I can do is kiss you once, lick your tits twice, then wrap my thick, brown lips around your pretty, pink penis and suck you until it finally surrenders and pumps all of your warm, goey nutsauce down my throat.
Baby, will you marry me?