yellow journalism

Let me cover you issues
reporting on your current climate
writing columns about nothing but your lips

Let me give you an O to put at the end of your V
and SOT means nothing to me but Sex on Tables

Your baritone bottom the perfect Anchor
my sexual prowess your Co-Host
I'm not trying to boast

in that sound proof studio
I'll make sure you never have dead air
I'll make you drop like sports
and we're running out of time

I'll edit your body to sync with mine
i hope you understand
i wasn't at the seminar but I'll do it in Garage band

you can call me eddie
cause you know how i role
I'll press your button till your flashing red
i can make your sound levels peak
get you stuttering like your live
gasping on more then air
getting you to Voice-over my name

I'll undress myself making sure I
De-brief, my boxers not the only
articles on the floor

let me give you an intimate newscast
taking my time , making sure it lasts
using every part of my body not just my mast

I'll make you moan like a giddy Walter Cronkite
keeping your mouth close to my mic,
and you know i love it when you bite
visualize that sight
something that will keep you from feeling contrite

That's the story i'd like to pitch
i know you want me to be your bitch

Girl i want to embed myself in your script
till i bust my nut graph and i know you want to lead
our sweat dripping in beads and the headlines read
"sexy lady wants wild Will's seed"
indent myself off of your bed
till all that's left is my head giving you face
i'm oh so curious as to how you taste
becoming the parachute reporter
of your bellow belt border

making you 'arrive' on time because punctuality counts for more then 10%
your knees and hips bent, writing this is making me pitch my own tent
I'd give up J school for lent just to be able to give you my package

just let me zoom in
and give your ivory skin a white balance

Do i really have to Re-ask?