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I see you down there With your balding hair And I wanna touch the spot I dont care what used to be there I just wanna touch the 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 cant describe it It gives me such a rush, makes me wanna blush I pick it, I pluck it and then oooh.... 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 & boys & rings & things Shake & bake and everthing Cum & shit & furniture And public bathrooms thats for sure Smelly socks and underwear Eye snots and pubic hair Crooked teeth and sexy arms SongtexteElvis, dice & 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 Aus Songtexte Mania