(Inspired by one song and another title.)

The insides of that woman is bitter sex.

A bitter love and a bitter heart.

Tart to the core, rotting on the outsides.

The insides of that woman is a fire of flesh, it burns my fingertips.

I’m going straight to hell, after I’ve plunged so deep in her mind.

Hell, it’s only a lift away.

I’m going straight to hell, after what I’ve thought of you.

The pits of fire, the bubbling danger are all cold after you.

What’s inside of that woman anyway? I don’t know, my mind’s too burned to care.