Ant Smith

Love

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire

If every kiss that we shared

Had granted me one wish

I would be a pussy cat

And you would be my witch

I would be an amputee

And you would be my itch

I would be a nipple

And you would be my tit

If every fluid that we mixed

Could lead us to procure

I would be a bit obscene

and you would be demure

I would be a dirty thing

and you would be so pure

I would be an STD

and you would be my cure

If every touch that we endured

Could be banked and exchanged

I would be a disco

and you would be a rave

I would be a coward

and you would be my brave

I would be a body

and you would be my grave

If every kiss that we shared

Had granted me one wish

I would be a millionaire

for you are my credit

Love