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