Slot Machine...

Put in words not money
Whisper come on baby come
Grab hold of her hand
Give a pull on her arm
See her eyes spin
With a wish on a whim
Hit it and git it
She flashes and sings
Makes winning sounds
Sometimes the model she shakes
If they could google
They would and they'd oogle
As she squirts out a wonderful taste
Into her trough
There is her jackpot
Get washed in the honey she makes