Saw her picture in the paper along with a 900 number, I thought we'd chit-chat on the phone, Instead you said you'd come right over, Bursting in you forced me down kneeling over me grinning, Worked me up and tied me down, I asked you what you wanted for dinner. Crammed her crotchless panties in my mouth, Humped her shiny love patch in my face, Smudged her creamin honey on my nose, I wondered if she wanted to go to the show (...for a stroll, ...bowling). Worked me over 50 ways but she wasn't even perspiring if I miss work for three more days I know that I'm gonna get fired, Plotting probing my rear opening while lubricating her strap-on Faced down working up the nerve to ask her home to meet my mom. I had no one; I had nothing so lonely all of the time, Now I've got me a nympho-girl to be my valentine. She's and angel, she's a demon, Extra-extraordinary wonder when she'll call me back Gonna ask her if she wants to get marriedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
