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