Fingerful-Lunachicks

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