A Very Hungry Girl

Mister,
I've heard what people say.
They say your quite weak when it comes to certain girls,
and I can tell that you're reservations are weakening.
I can tell they are crumbling,
even as you speak.

In between my thighs,
is where your hand belongs,
and the night
would go so quickly.
Going till the morning light,
it feels good, and it feels right.
I'm almost satisfied, but not quite.

Why, mister, it just wouldn't the same,
if your fingers didn't play,
in that special place,
that every girl just adores.

I want it every night,
and I want it more,
why mister,
I just want you to give me a little bit more.