I see you down there
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With your balding hair
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And I wanna touch the spot
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I dont care what used to be there
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I just wanna touch the spot
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I got some plastic drawers
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And here there are no laws
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A tickle with a feather
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In hot shorts made of pleather
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I got a fetish for it
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And I just cant describe it
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It gives me such a rush, makes me wanna blush
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I pick it, I pluck it and then oooh....
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A tickle with a feather
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In hot shorts made of pleather
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Heels and slippers make me quiver
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Shake, shake, shake
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Cakes and muffins and cookies too
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And pies in the face
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Toys & boys & rings & things
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Shake & bake and everthing
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Cum & shit & furniture
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And public bathrooms thats for sure
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Smelly socks and underwear
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Eye snots and pubic hair
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Crooked teeth and sexy arms
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Elvis, dice & lucky charms
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I see your hiney, its big and shiny
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You better hide it before I bite it!
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To make you understand,
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Well you just gotta try it
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Fingerful
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Lunachicks |