Hey, girls, gams around
Lips that I'm gonna put on mound.
Hey, ladies, I am your hands-free man.

I am the kind who uses a lingual tool,
Your hamlet of love rimed with my drool,
I frigs open parts with my speech-schooly gland.

If your open part be fleeced with hair,
I'll mangia till it's free.
I lip your sweet thing; it swells and I fress
Cunning runt, spoonery.

Here is that twain thing I want to splay,
Bucally, spread it fore hours of play.
I frigs open parts with my speech-schooly gland.

Come, come, come,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come, come, come,
My tongue lungin', tubey.