Hot Lips Dear
Oh hot lips Oh hot lips why are they hot
And how do you get me to laugh so much
Is it ‘cause you’re one gigantic crackpot?
Or is it ‘cause you keep itching your crutch?
You are so petty no one can deny
All men fall at your feet in surrender
You keep me floating like a butterfly
I can’t figure out your preference gender
Oh hot lips Oh hot lips you’re in control
You can make me, bark and kneel like a dog
I often dream about sniffing your hole
You’ve turn me to homemade potent cheap grog
You’re all men and some women’s fantasy
But it does help to be slightly tipsy
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