Fingerful

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 your 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 can't describe it

It gives me such a rush, makes me wanna blush

I pick it, I pluck it, I touch it and then, ooooh...

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 and boys and rings and things

Shake and bake and everything

Cum and shit and furniture

And public bathrooms, thats for sure

Smelly socks and underwear

Eye snots and pubic hair

Crooked teeth and sexy arms

Elvis, dice and Lucky Charms



I got a fetish for it

And I just can't describe it

It gives me such a rush, makes me wanna blush

I pick it, I pluck it, I touch it and then, ooooh...



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!



I see you down there with the balding hair

And I wanna touch the spot

I don't care what used to be there

I just wanna touch your spot



I got a fetish for it

And I just can't describe it

It gives me such a rush, makes me wanna blush

I pick it, I pluck it, I touch and then, oooh...

Fingerful