"Untitled" as written by and H. Jones....
I saw her in a Hustler magazine
She jumped off the page at me
She cost me only $19.95
But God I wish she was alive
Three holes to fuck her in
Three ways to make me grin
She knows just the way I like it
How I love her plastic clit

Oh yeah baby

How I love your plastic clit
when you're sitting on my dick
That's the way I like it
How I love your plastic clit
When you're sitting on my dick
That's the way I like it

She don't care if I'm late
I never have to take her on a date
It don't matter if I mess around
Cause she's my plastic slamhound
I always keep her very clean
She's my blow-up fuck machine

And I love her plastic clit
when she's sitting on my dick
That's the way I like it
How I love your plastic clit
When you're sitting on my dick
That's the way I like it

Thank you everybody

Goodnight!


Lyrics submitted by dougbranches

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