Girls

Girl can’t you see that I’m fond of you Knowing to be but to be in you But girl I’ve just found a deep longing to fondle with you Fond of fondling you, while you fondle me too Choked up, envisions of faux fur mopping up my front pours She’s a crapshoot waving in the middle In the mansion miniature, she’s the macadamia whore So bow down Girl can’t you see that I’m fond of you Knowing to be but to be in you But girl I’ve just found a deep longing to fondle with you Fond of fondling you, while you fondle me too Choked up, envisions of faux fur mopping up my front pours She’s a crapshoot waving in the middle In the mansion miniature, she’s the macadamia whore So bow down I’ll put you on the line Put you on the line Put you on the line Put you on the line Put you on the line Put you on the line Put you on the line Put you on ... line Put you on ... line Put you on the line