the hills are alive with the sound

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The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Swinging

Cum drops on parkas and
Jism on mittens
Warm rubber dildoes while
Seein' what fittens
Round red tipped mam'ries
All dressed up with rings
These are a few of my favorite things

Fucking in snow's fun
But, ouch, it's damn cold out
Poor dick is freezing
But ne'er will we pout
With every withdrawal
We wipe off the ice
Stick it back in 'cuz it's feeling so nice

REFRAIN:
When the tops fall
When the g strings
Slip and fall in the snow
I simply remember
My favorite things
And then my pink prick
Does grow

Oh what great fun now
My cock has been having
In between warm lips
And luscious muff laving
Lots of nice girl juice
All over my face
This has to be my most favorite place

One more dip inside
I slide in so slowly
My shaft is so rock hard
This seems almost holy
I'm screwing my Carols
My Judys and Sues
Snow swinging's so fun if you wear your snow shoes

REFRAIN:
When the tops fall
When the g strings
Slip and fall in the snow
I simply remember
My favorite things
And then my pink prick
Does grow

Getting so cold now
My prick, it's been shrinking
Have to go in soon
And do some more drinking
My knob has been polished
There's hot buttered rum
Such a great season for all to now cum

Indoors we play now
My hand's on your pussy
Just 'cuz I came in don't
Mean I'm some wussy
If I should freeze it
Then there goes the fun
I'm surely not ready for all to be done

REFRAIN:
When the tops fall
When the g strings
Slip and fall in the snow
I simply remember
My favorite things
And then my pink prick
Does grow

Now we're all worn out
All pussies and peni
Time for a breather
There's surely no deny
Swinging is such joy
Much Pleasure and punch
Let's do it some more – let's fuck after lunch?

REFRAIN:
When the tops fall
When the g strings
Slip and fall in the snow
I simply remember
My favorite things
And then my pink prick
Does grow

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tazz317tazz317over 10 years ago
LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE WATCHED CARRIE

on the TV revival, Good Job. Weird Al eat your heart out, TK U MLJ LV NV

Oldbear63Oldbear63over 10 years ago
Laughed out loud

Enjoyed that