Loosen up mine

We all know how to push buttons. I do, you do. I hit snooze, you hit brew. You hit false, I hit true. Gamer do it, pilots do too. Shit my mom texts, but not as fast as you. Denim flys, underneath ties, Teddy bear eyes and anyone who cries.

My button pushing peak was back in my DDR days, I would simultaneously hit back, left, right while pushing the 'piss off' button of the dude who could hear his girlfriends virgin slice moisten at the sight of my agility on the mat. Nowadays the only crotch moisture I experience is when my testicular pores are painstakingly juiced like Pomegranates when I wear my leather pants. Think tea bag, minus the forehead.

Shit..theres are all kinds of Buttons but fuck...fuck buttons, What the fuck are those?

Groovy Trance, Not quite dance, Audio Romance, your lover as she pants.

They're two guys and only they truly know, they have given us clues. Here's my fav two:

Fuck Buttons-Olympians

Fuck Buttons-Flight of the Feathered Serpent