Kevin Bloody Wilson
Kevin Bloody Wilson - Butter Face songtekst
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She got legs all the way to heaven, She got a tan from paradise, She got jewellery from Tiffany's She got class and grace and style. Butter face, a-call-me-baby butter face, She got it all goin' on right there, From the tips of her toes to the nape of her neck, Butter face, a-call-me-baby butter face. She got it all goin' on down under, Could'a been a bikini queen, She got moves that'll make you try and suck yourself off, Best body I've ever seen. Butter face, a-call-me-baby butter face, She got it all goin' on right there, From the tip of her toes to the nape of her neck, Butter face, a-call-me-baby butter face. She got hips that'll hypnotise ya, She got tits that are temptin' man, Give the poor ol' pope a hard-on, Make the statue cum in his pants. Butter face, a-call-me-baby butter face, She got it all goin' on right there, From the tips of her toes to the nape of her neck, Butter face, a-call-me-baby butter face. So if I ever get to heaven, And I reach them pearly gates, I'm gonna thank god for almost gettin' it right, Jesus butter face. Butter face, a-call-me-baby butter face, She got it all goin' on right there, From the tips of her toes to the nape of her neck, Butter face, a-call-me-baby butter face. A-call-me-baby butter face. A-call-me-baby butter face.