Fingerful

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