Well, well, what do you know,
the man who swore
he'd never get hard over me,
but yet it's happening quite easily.
I can see the shape of your meat right through your slacks,
and on this opportunity,
I wouldn't turn my back
Come up to my bedroom,
my parents won't know.
We can whisper and tip-toe,
if that's what we have to do.
Because I want you,
and I want to go to bed with you,
as you already know.
Let me help you off with your clothes,
now that my door is locked.
And Daddy, did you know,
that girls like me,
well,
we do it easy.
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