He walks through the Lower Haight With a pouch on one arm He's tall and slim And he moves with an animal charm He's a foxy dude
I'd love to lure him to my room We'll lay back Relax and do some shrooms My hippy dude, my hippy dude Get you in the nude And do things rude and lewd my hippy dude
The pants he wears Are made in EI Salvador If I could get inside them I'd be a happy man for sure I realize many guys like this aren't gay But there's so much ambiguity I wouldn';t try to say
Chorus I can't wait to get my hands On your hippy dick Your love pump is what I'll lick Your hippy dick, your hippy dick Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick
I think I could learn To stand the Grateful Dead It sure beats listening To some dance remix instead I'd love to run my hand Through his long and wavy locks And be stretched out on his bed Holding one another's cocks
Chorus I can't wait to get my hands On your hippy dick Your love pump is what I'll lick Your hippy dick, your hippy dick Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
