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It's the sandwich of love, one below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin' She hasn't been laid in days Now she's covered in Mayonnaise She's a woman with no soul She's got a guy in every hole This is fun and sweet We're the buns and she's the meat In the sandwich of love, one below and one above Over her body we shall roam Let's hope she used birth-control foam Even if she didn't who cares When we play our musical chairs Crustin', grossin',maxin'... It's the sandwich of love, it's the sandwich of love One below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin' Come on guys, let's put on a rubber And dig into her blubber Duce has to prove to be crass He sticks his dick right up her ass Sickie goes for a mount up front He sticks his throbbing sickle in her cunt Mr. can't was recovering from mace So he sat on her head and jacked in her face In the sandwich of love, one below and one above In the sandwich of love, crustin' and grossin'... From Letras Mania