It's a Wednesday night, and I'm about to make love on the
dinner table
I lick my lips in preparation, concentrating to prevent premature...perspiration
It’s getting harder but I'm good at waiting
I won't just shove it in like some prehistoric ape thing
I'm able to control myself, to take it slow
She's something I'd like to get to know
Does she smell like angels ought to smell I wouldn't know
But it’s hot as hell as down she goes
I've found the perfect mean between big and thin
There's meat there I can get my teeth into
but not so much that I feel guilty as sin
For shouting 'The British are coming!'
In this American Pie
I lick my lips in preparation, concentrating to prevent premature...perspiration
It’s getting harder but I'm good at waiting
I won't just shove it in like some prehistoric ape thing
I'm able to control myself, to take it slow
She's something I'd like to get to know
Does she smell like angels ought to smell I wouldn't know
But it’s hot as hell as down she goes
I've found the perfect mean between big and thin
There's meat there I can get my teeth into
but not so much that I feel guilty as sin
For shouting 'The British are coming!'
In this American Pie
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