My Trois

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?

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

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