I rabbi I midrash just to give you a mid-rush
You speak pagan heathen your mishmash
I don't need to curse my verse is worse
I razzle-dazzle but you ha**le as you frazzle
That's why you can't reach for her
She needs a sermon I'll preacher
Get her in a state of grace;Taylor I tell her lace
And traffic may just be swifter
I hold Victoria's secret
Rookie quit getting your seat wet