Pretty Girl!

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Sung to the Choir classic "Billy Boy."

Would you like to let me in,
Pretty girl, pretty girl?
Would you like to let me in,
Luscious Baby.
Would you spread your legs real wide,
Let me fill you with my pride!
You're so lovely, I want to fuck you Baby.

Would you let my tongue inside,
Pretty girl, pretty girl?
Would you let my tongue inside,
Your sweet pussy?
Would you like it in your hole?
Would you let it take a stroll?
All around in, your precious pussy Baby.

After I've done your sweet front hole,
Pretty girl, pretty girl?
After I've ate it out real good,
Pretty Baby.
Would you roll on off your back,
And let me eat on your sweet crack?
Let me love your, back door like your front one!

Let me lick inside your crack,
Pretty girl, pretty girl.
Let me lick and suck your crack,
Pretty Baby.
Let me suck and lick it right,
I can keep it up all night,
Let me eat your, precious Honey Hole

Will you let me rub it good,
Pretty girl, pretty girl?
Will you let me rub it smooth,
Pretty Baby?
Will you let me rub it slick,
With the head of my hot dick?
And insert it, and fuck you til you're crazy!!

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jthserrajthserraalmost 20 years ago
this one is so over the top

that it works. Bukowski didn't rhyme, but I think he might peer up from his gutter with you on this one and smile. I bet the songwriter for Billy Boy is stirring in the grave with a perverse pleasure.

jim : )

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