It's In the Jeans
squeeze in here baby girl
I’ll mold that tummy fat
[I’m a churning urn] I'll grab that behind, hold it tight
sculpt those stretch marks, just right
come here lad, I'll turn those marbles blue
turn those knuckles white [no that’s not a rocket]
they'll chew a strategic hole
through that shredded cotton cord
bend over, your fertile galley
and climb on board
yeah, I'll show off your rear entry
let them see [the crack of dawn]
what we can see unseemly, yet
even the poor are marked by my geas
let me squeeze you lads and ladies
naw, it's not disgusting
please
* jeans which are too tight are annoying ;)
to those in them and those looking at them!
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