Zappa Frank lyrics
Zappa Frank lyrics
"Ms Pinky Lyrics"
Bad Apple Lyrics
DAVID WILCOX BAD APPLE Some people call me a bad apple Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet Some people call me a bad apple But I may be the s
DAVID WILCOX BAD APPLE Some people call me a bad apple Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet Some people call me a bad apple But I may be the s
I got a girl with a little rubber head.
Rinse her out ever night just before I go to bed.
She never talk back, like a lady might do,
and she looks like she loves it every time I get through.
And her name is p.. i.. n k y.
P.. i.. n.. no lie.
K.. y.. me-oh-my.
$69.95 -- give her a try!
P.. i.. n k y.
P.. i..
The Want Lyrics
I feel my blood is runnin' I feel my heart is pumpin' I feel you in the air I'm gettin' so excited Can no longer hide it I feel you everywhere n.. I cry.
K.. y.. don't be shy.
$69.95 boy -- give her a try!
Her eyes is all shut, in a ecstasy face.
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place.
Throw the little switch on her battery pack.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
And her name is p.. i.. n k y.
P.. i.. n.. I cry.
K.
$69.95 boy -- give her a try!
I got a girl with a little rubber head.
Rinse her out ever night just before I go to bed.
She never talk back, like a lady might do,
and she looks like she loves it every time I get through.
Her eyes is all shut, in a ecstasy face.
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place.
Throw the little switch on her battery pack.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back
I feel my blood is runnin' I feel my heart is pumpin' I feel you in the air I'm gettin' so excited Can no longer hide it I feel you everywhere
K.. y.. don't be shy.
$69.95 boy -- give her a try!
Her eyes is all shut, in a ecstasy face.
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place.
Throw the little switch on her battery pack.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
And her name is p.. i.. n k y.
P.. i.. n.. I cry.
K.
Besame Mucho Lyrics
Besame, besame mucho. Each time I cling to your kiss I hear music divine. Besame, besame mucho. Hold me my darling and say that you'll always be mine. This joy
y.. don't be shy.Besame, besame mucho. Each time I cling to your kiss I hear music divine. Besame, besame mucho. Hold me my darling and say that you'll always be mine. This joy
$69.95 boy -- give her a try!
I got a girl with a little rubber head.
Rinse her out ever night just before I go to bed.
She never talk back, like a lady might do,
and she looks like she loves it every time I get through.
Her eyes is all shut, in a ecstasy face.
You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place.
Throw the little switch on her battery pack.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back.
You can poot it, you can shoot it 'til your wife gets back