Lunachicks - Fingerful Lyrics
I see you down thereWith your balding hairAnd I wanna touch the spotI dont care what used to be thereI just wanna touch your spotI got some plastic drawersAns here there are no lawsA tickle with a featherIn hot shorts made of pleatherI got a ***** for itAnd I just cant describe itIt gives me such a rush, makes me wanna blushI pick it, I pluck it, I touch it and then, ooooh...A tickle with a feather,In hot shorts made of pleatherHeels and slippers make me quiverShake, Shake, ShakeCakes and muffins and cookies tooAnd pies in the faceToys and boys and rings and thingsShake and bake and everythingCum and shit and furnitureAnd public bathrooms, thats for sureSmelly socks and underwearEye snots and pubic hairCrooked teeth and sexy armsElvis, dice and Lucky CharmsI see your hiney, its big and shinyYou better hide it before i bite it!To make you understand,Well you just gotta try it!
