I see you down there
With your balding hair
And I wanna touch the spot
I don't care what used to be there
I just wanna touch your spot
I got some plastic drawers
Ans here there are no laws
A tickle with a feather
In hot shorts made of pleather
I got a fetish for it
And I just can't describe it
It gives me such a rush makes me wanna blush
I pick it I pluck it I touch it and then ooooh
A tickle with a feather
In hot shorts made of pleather
Heels and slippers make me quiver
Shake Shake Shake
Cakes and muffins and cookies too
And pies in the face
Toys and boys and rings and things
Shake and bake and everything
Cum and s**t and furniture
And public bathrooms that's for sure
Smelly socks and underwear
Eye snots and pubic hair
Crooked teeth and sexy arms
Elvis dice and Lucky Charms
I see your hiney its big and shiny
You better hide it before I bite it
To make you understand
Well you just gotta try it