I love you like a fat kid loves a piece of chocolate
I want to be inside you like dos huevos in an omelette
Oh girl, my pearls they belong in your clam
Can I cultivate my crop can I bury my yam
All these things I say
I mean no disrespect
But you belong on display in a museum
As a testament
To God's work
If you don't know what I mean by now
You better believe you're mine
Cause you're the forest where I want to lay to bury my seed
And keep chopping my wood
You make me feel good
Keep roasting my broomstick
Keep churning my butter
I can't seem to keep my
Head out of the gutter
I got the itch to get down
In honey round's hash brown
Somebody please call the Mayor
Cause I'm going to town
All these things I say
I mean no disrespect
But you belong on display in a museum
As a testament
To God's work
If you don't know what I mean by now
You better believe you're mine
Cause you're the forest where I want to lay to bury my seed
And keep chopping my wood
You make me feel good
Unimpressed Club - You Make Me Feel Good Lyrics
Unimpressed Club - You Make Me Feel Good Lyrics
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I love you like a fat kid loves a piece of chocolate
I want to be inside you like dos huevos in an omelette
Oh girl, my pearls they belong in your clam
Can I cultivate my crop can I bury my yam
All these things I say
I mean no disrespect
But you belong on display in a museum
As a testament
To God's work
If you don't know what I mean by now
You better believe you're mine
Cause you're the forest where I want to lay to bury my seed
And keep chopping my wood
You make me feel good
Keep roasting my broomstick
Keep churning my butter
I can't seem to keep my
Head out of the gutter
I got the itch to get down
In honey round's hash brown
Somebody please call the Mayor
Cause I'm going to town
All these things I say
I mean no disrespect
But you belong on display in a museum
As a testament
To God's work
If you don't know what I mean by now
You better believe you're mine
Cause you're the forest where I want to lay to bury my seed
And keep chopping my wood
You make me feel good
I want to be inside you like dos huevos in an omelette
Oh girl, my pearls they belong in your clam
Can I cultivate my crop can I bury my yam
All these things I say
I mean no disrespect
But you belong on display in a museum
As a testament
To God's work
If you don't know what I mean by now
You better believe you're mine
Cause you're the forest where I want to lay to bury my seed
And keep chopping my wood
You make me feel good
Keep roasting my broomstick
Keep churning my butter
I can't seem to keep my
Head out of the gutter
I got the itch to get down
In honey round's hash brown
Somebody please call the Mayor
Cause I'm going to town
All these things I say
I mean no disrespect
But you belong on display in a museum
As a testament
To God's work
If you don't know what I mean by now
You better believe you're mine
Cause you're the forest where I want to lay to bury my seed
And keep chopping my wood
You make me feel good
Writer: Luciano Di Sarli
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