Prophecy of Martyn Bootyspoon

This is the prophecy of Martyn Bootyspoon. The quest for lust

Reenacted for centuries, imagined for ages

A vision so smooth, it could curve the sharpest of blades and steal. Aurora borealis written in the stars! (Stars)

Let's guide through the catacombs of your desire

Let's go into a commercial jet and push the emergency exit

And skydive! Skydive, girl!

Let's fall, no parachute

And we glide to our target destination!

Bullseye! A majestic forest equipped with the hottest of springs

I wanna bathe you like Gatorade on a coach after a championship game. I wanna roll into you like an armadillo

I wanna lay flat on my stomach like a taxidermy rug and let you do a handstand on the arches of my back!

Doesn't matter if you break that shit. Imma see a chiropractor anyway!

You make a Bootyspoon wanna spend his whole salary on lottery tickets, buy a rollercoaster and run that shit off the tracks! (Cause all I do is win)

You make a Bootyspoon wanna unscrew a fire hydrant and take that water pressure up into my face. (Splash, splash)

Cuz it's a heat wave

And through the haze, I see the vision! I see you and me. We makin' it physically

I see it! Believe that! Hear that! Let me take you to that!

Wooooo!

Feminine essence! Ooooooh!