Wafflehead Lyrics - Hitchcock Robyn

The syrup drifts cross her hips 

And obviously, then I flips 

Love on ya, baby-she a wafflehead 

The sea of crem is what I beam 

Into her as her eyeballs gleam 

Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead 

Her sugar mound is what I found when 

When I began to look around 

Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead 

I love her stuff, can't get enough 

I'd rather die than treat her rough 

Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead 

The strawberries above her knees 

Aare chiefly what I love to seize 

her calabash is where I crash 

When I escape the bitter lash 

Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead 

I slurp that cone down to the zone 

Where everybody leave their bone 

She's on my plate she's what I ate 

I ate her up, I couldn't wait 

Love on ya baby-she a wafflehead 

I smirk and I drool 'cause I'm her fool 

I love to drip into her pool 

No thanks, honey-I don't want any more German wine 

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