The Judge

Dressed in red the judge he stands
Big white hair and manicured hands
A gentle smile a pleasant face
But underneath it all, he's not full of grace
By the light of the moon so full
He sneaks around cos his lifes so dull
At the house of his mistress he does arrive
He's glad to be away from his terrible life
He lightly knocks on the door
But shes already spread herself out on the floor
She opens the door and he dives right in
He doesnt care if it's a sin
His mistress squeals with delight
His talented tongue in an imaginary fight
Together they move until the end is near
They scream and shout for all to hear

But now its over and he must go
Back to his wife who loves him so...