Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when
This used thong I found and bedazzled with gems
Brushes ever so gently against some boobs
I guess it's hard to believe that one man
Could have a ponytail this sensitive and
Distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you
I know my haiku's are freaking intense
But even the words I made up to sound french
Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts
I would show up for our pottery class
Dressed like a pirate with john water's mustache
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars
F*ckings cool, but jimmy's the romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
One milkshake, two straws
F*ckings cool, but jimmy's the romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
Don't I (don't i)
Sound so (sound so)
Sexy (sexy)
Echo (echo
Release the doves!
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Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when
This used thong I found and bedazzled with gems
Brushes ever so gently against some boobs
I guess it's hard to believe that one man
Could have a ponytail this sensitive and
Distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you
I know my haiku's are freaking intense
But even the words I made up to sound french
Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts
I would show up for our pottery class
Dressed like a pirate with john water's mustache
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars
F*ckings cool, but jimmy's the romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
One milkshake, two straws
F*ckings cool, but jimmy's the romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
Don't I (don't i)
Sound so (sound so)
Sexy (sexy)
Echo (echo
Release the doves!
This used thong I found and bedazzled with gems
Brushes ever so gently against some boobs
I guess it's hard to believe that one man
Could have a ponytail this sensitive and
Distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you
I know my haiku's are freaking intense
But even the words I made up to sound french
Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts
I would show up for our pottery class
Dressed like a pirate with john water's mustache
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars
F*ckings cool, but jimmy's the romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
One milkshake, two straws
F*ckings cool, but jimmy's the romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
Don't I (don't i)
Sound so (sound so)
Sexy (sexy)
Echo (echo
Release the doves!
Writer: HARRY DEAN, JAMES M. FRANKS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave