Flunker - Woodward Lyrics

I met a girl through the friend of a friend
We only met last week but now I'm here again
What would we call our kids, how would the wedding be
I can't tell her just how I'm feeling
Olive skin and doc martin boots
Didn't think I had a type, but maybe I do
There's nothing like her with her septum piercing
At the end of the bed in a hot pink g-string
Lost for words, I've gotta be a man
Take a sip of stale water from the bottom of my nightstand
I could get lost in her deep brown eyes
But I'd rather get lost between her thighs
You're all I've ever dreamed of
Now you're laying here in my bed
You're what I'm in need of
Can't get you out of my head
Your soft lips under the pine tree
You're a ten and on a good day
I'm a three
You're all I've ever dreamed of
Now you're laying here in my bed
You're what I'm in need of
Can't get you out of my head
Your soft lips under the pine tree
You're a ten and on a good day
I'm a three
Hope you know that I'm feeling this
On your varandah with a good night kiss
Hope you know that I'm feeling this
On your varandah with a good night kiss
Hope you know that I'm feeling this
On your varandah with a good night kiss
Hope you know that I'm feeling this
On your varandah with a good night kiss