Il testo della Wafflehead

The syrup drifts cross her hips
And obviously, then i flips
Love on ya, baby-she a wafflehead
The sea of crem is what i beam
Into her as her eyeballs gleam
Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
Her sugar mound is what i found when
When i began to look around
Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
I love her stuff, can't get enough
I'd rather die than treat her rough
Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
The strawberries above her knees
Aare chiefly what i love to seize
Her calabash is where i crash
When i escape the bitter lash
Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
I slurp that cone down to the zone
Where everybody leave their bone
She's on my plate she's what i ate
I ate her up, i couldn't wait
Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead
I smirk and i drool 'cause i'm her fool
I love to drip into her pool
No thanks, honey-i don't want any more german wine
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