Thirstie Alley - Slow Lyrics

Hi!
My name is Thirstie
And I have trauma (trauma)
So my sex drive is very (very)
Very (very)
Very....
Low
You'll get whiplash when I walk in
Hand me my drink; pineapple gin
Yeah I like it sweet with a twist on the rim
I brought Chubby Back but not back to the gym
Child-birthing hips; give me some space
A chubby t-girl, exponentially chased
And I don't mean chaste 'cause I'm not a virgin
It goes to my ass like a BBL surgeon
I move slow before getting low
I have Sensory Processing Issues
Gonna go slow; absurdly slow
Gotta date for about, mmm... ten months or so
Bust out my cherry, boy, I'm the whole cake
But don't eat too quickly for Hecate's sake
I'm not a quick bite mister, savor your meal
This girl-dick, Sir, it's about the mouthfeel
Catch up to me quick and you can eat my ass
Won't be hard 'cause I'm not that fast
Catch up to me quick and you can lick my dick
Just kidding, please do not do that at all
I move slow before getting low
I have Daddy Issues
Not going fast; that's in my past
Let's cuddle up, boy, and make this last
Miss me on the dance floor, baby please
I don't want them seeing Thirstie on her knees
You said we'd leave the club by ten
But mama just lost her contact lens
He wants at this chubby beauty
I know he wants to suck my boobies
Such a mensch he's so into me
But first we gotta watch some movies
Oops I lost my man in just ten days (wow)
Because I'd rather go lay down than go get laid
He's talking Anatomy, I'm talking Gray's
I'd rather go to the ER than spread my legs
My ass is famous, be my groupie
Feel free to moan, boy, I don't have roomies
On my juicy pussy that man is dependent
I'm Judge Judy and you're the defendant
... Don't cum on my face and tell me it's raining