I see you down there
With your balding hair
And I wanna touch the spot, yeah
Well, I don't care what used to be there
I just wanna touch the spot
I got some plastic drawers
And here, there are no laws
A tickle with a feather
In hot shorts made of pleather
I just low feel, I don't know what it it is
They make me wanna fart
Yeah
Look down short to now see who
Till' the polish is then art
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
Oooh
Cakes and muffins and cookies too
And pies in the face
Yeah!
Toys and boys and rings and things
Shake and bake and everthing
Cum and shit and furniture
And public bathrooms that's 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, it's 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 your balding hair
And I wanna touch the spot, yeah
Well, I don't care what used to be there
I just wanna touch the 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 it and then
Ooooh
Fingerful