I jerk my mental cock
And it grows with every stroke
I shoot my thoughtful load
With every word I've spoke

I don't make a stain
I won't make babies
I won't get diseases
Like AIDS or rabies

But when it's over
When I've spilled all my cum
I'm no further ahead
For all the work I've done

Still, tomorrow night,
Over a couple more drinks
I'll sit back and tell you
About what my cock thinks