i'm procrastinating so fucking hard on this paper. if you couldn't tell. so an oldie, and one of my all time favorite songs. i like dirty fake prog-rock. fucking sue me.
uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby
dog will hunt i'm on the front-end loader Travoltin' over so try my slam on for size. drive stick with that kung-fu grip let the banana split and watch it go right to your thight. cop a feel Copperfield style abracadabra-- that bra do you think I can pull it off? wanna bang around? just jot me down on your to-do list under "put out like a fire"
'cause i've got something and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss. i got something and it goes thumpin' like this; all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss.
uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby
edible strange how do i get in your pants when you're tick tockin' them? serious levis? so tight can't be classified that's why i'm here to fill that opening. make a seasoned pass to mount that ass and Bob Hope that i might one night stand a chance. let's go feng shui the fuck around my digs like a superball bring that sunny side up and
i've got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss. i got something and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss.
uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby.
lyrical fitness
A long-time music lover who likes to share her genre-and-era-jumping playlists with the internet at large, even though only she reads them in the end.
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