Tytuł: Wafflehead

• Wykonawca: Robyn Hitchcock
• Wyświetleń: 325

The syrup drifts cross her hips
   And obviously, then I flips
   Love on ya, baby-she a wafflehead
   The sea of crem is what I beam
   Into her as her eyeballs gleam
   Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
   Her sugar mound is what I found when
   When I began to look around
   Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
   I love her stuff, can't get enough
   I'd rather die than treat her rough
   Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
   The strawberries above her knees
   Aare chiefly what I love to seize
   her calabash is where I crash
   When I escape the bitter lash
   Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
   I slurp that cone down to the zone
   Where everybody leave their bone
   She's on my plate she's what I ate
   I ate her up, I couldn't wait
   Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
   I smirk and I drool 'cause I'm her fool
   I love to drip into her pool
   No thanks, honey-I don't want any more German wine