Girls

Girl can’t you see that I’m fond of you
Knowing to be but to be in you
But girl I’ve just found a deep longing to fondle with you

Fond of fondling you, while you fondle me too
Choked up, envisions of faux fur mopping up my front pours
She’s a crapshoot waving in the middle

In the mansion miniature, she’s the macadamia whore
So bow down
I’ll put you on the line