She’s My Pheasant Plucker What do you want to do to me in bed? Bite me all over and pull my hair? What do you want me to do to you in bed? Make you bite your pillow girl as i go up there? Would you repeat to your mother those things you said? Or are they just for me and you to hear? Im tied to the bed by a one-track mind In the head of a sex hungry bitch But I’ll bend her over and go from behind Wash my face in her flooding ditch Beyond her looks her personality shined And her perversions are filthy rich Take me now, anyway you want me Can I take you anyway, back or front? You know what I mean, I know you can see That what I want now isn’t just your cunt There’s another hole where I wanna be Bend over and enjoy, let me get what I want. Who’s wet the bed, who's wet the bed You dirty girl you, you came so quick You’ve got it all over my head Clean me up now, come on lick Iv been well, I’ve done what you said It’s oh so warm yeah it feels so slick The nights grown old as those six hours flew by Lets go to sleep, although only a few hours is what we'll get You’ll wake up to a clear blue sky, And my fingers getting you wet I got a bit of sleep, I really did try But it's hard when you haven’t left your bed yetBirth sign: Aquarius
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