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Robyn Hitchcock - Wafflehead lyrics
The syrup drifts cross her hips And obviously, then I flips Love on ya, baby-she a wafflehead The sea of crem is what I beam Into her as her eyeballs gleam Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead Her sugar mound is what I found when When I began to look around Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead I love her stuff, can't get enough I'd rather die than treat her rough Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead The strawberries above her knees Aare chiefly what I love to seize her calabash is where I crash When I escape the bitter lash Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead I slurp that cone down to the zone Where everybody leave their bone She's on my plate she's what I ate I ate her up, I couldn't wait Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead I smirk and I drool 'cause I'm her fool I love to drip into her pool No thanks, honey-I don't want any more German wine ----------------------------------------------------- |
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