I see you down there with your balding hair
And I wanna touch your spot
I don´t care what used to be there
I just wanna touch your spot

I got some plastic drawers
And 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....uuuh!

A ticke 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 shit and fortunite
And public bathrooms that´s for sure

Smelly socks and underwear
Eye snoots and public hair
Cooked teeth and sexy arms
Elvis dice and Lucky Charms!

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....uuuh!

I see your hiney it´s big and shiny
You better hide it before I find it!
To make you understand
Well you just gotta try it!

I see you down there with your balding hair
And I wanna touch your spot
I don´t care what used to be there
I just wanna touch your spot

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....uuuh!
Fingerful!


Lyrics submitted by kitty_kat_666

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