Текст песни Hitchcock Robyn - Wafflehead
Hitchcock Robyn - Wafflehead слова песни
The syrup drifts cross her hipsAnd obviously, then I flipsLove on ya, baby-she a waffleheadThe sea of crem is what I beamInto her as her eyeballs gleamLove on ya baby-she a waffleheadHer sugar mound is what I found whenWhen I began to look aroundLove on ya baby-she a waffleheadI love her stuff, can`t get enoughI`d rather die than treat her roughLove on ya baby-she a waffleheadThe strawberries above her kneesAare chiefly what I love to seizeher calabash is where I crashWhen I escape the bitter lashLove on ya baby-she a waffleheadI slurp that cone down to the zoneWhere everybody leave their boneShe`s on my plate she`s what I ateI ate her up, I couldn`t waitLove on ya baby-she a waffleheadI smirk and I drool `cause I`m her foolI love to drip into her poolNo thanks, honey-I don`t want any more German wine---------------------------------------------------------