I see your beau-tay
Your stylish hair
and your arms
(so bare).
The tattoo on your arm
really can do no harm,
so I might as well
get up in there.
Down, down: slide those panties down.
Up, up: scoop those boobies up.
You make it so easy
with your nipples in the breezy
That gold don’t mean a thing
we will hump until we sing.
And reverberate, and shake –
that’s the kind of love I make.
All da way down to yo shoes
which I can’t see, but don’t snooze
cuz we’re gonna wiggle and poke
and you’re gonna gasp and stroke.
Girl those braless boobies make me so happy.