'Til we pass out on the floor
Met a little girl with no bloomers on
When she showed me her fake I.D. I knew something was wrong
She said let's dance
Said I got a wooden leg
Said I'd like to see you on your knees
She's cuddly wuddly wuddly too
She's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you
Yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong
Now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang
Here we go to your bungalow
Boyfriend's on the road
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Get a little nervous
What can a poor boy say
'Bout a girl that fucks a different guy each and every day
But she's cuddly wuddly wuddly
Too bad
You don't dig dudes that play guitar
You got a thing for drummers
You got a thing for men with scars
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pass out
On the floor
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'Til we pass out on the floor Met a little girl with no bloomers on When she showed me her fake I.D. I knew something was wrong She said let's dance Said I got a wooden leg Said I'd like to see you on your knees She's cuddly wuddly wuddly too She's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you Yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong Now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang Here we go to your bungalow Boyfriend's on the road Put the spit on Put the spit on Get a little nervous What can a poor boy say 'Bout a girl that fucks a different guy each and every day But she's cuddly wuddly wuddly Too bad You don't dig dudes that play guitar You got a thing for drummers You got a thing for men with scars Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pass out On the floor Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Put the spit on Explain Request ×
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