Booty Bunny

Let me tell you stories about me little daffodil
She's round in the counter boy you could say she's rather built
Her midriff's as solid as the likes you've ever seen
But my bunny's booty is better than anything

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She's my booty bunny, my booty bunny, boys
My booty bunny tips the scale and eleven, on one to ten
My booty bunny, she's my booty bunny, boy
We just got finished now she wants to start again
My booty bunny, she's my booty bunny, boy
My booty bunny is better than anything

When I get home at night, I never like to fight
Prefer my evenings filled with pleasure and delight
She likes it when I play on the spot that's marked with "G"
And she trembles and shakes and shutters and moans
And rips through the sheets with a shattering tone
Gasping for air, her body goes limp, she looks up to me mischievous grin

Ooo wee!

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I like to take her out and show what she's about
With a trophy at my shoulder hell it carries lots of clout
To people in the neighborhood, lads and lass alike
But when we get home, she rips off her clothes and perfect in time she rips off mine
She heads for the bedroom and bids me come in, I follow her close, mischievous grin

Ooo wee!

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In the pub the other day, I nearly went astray
Another bunny walked in front of me and slowly walked away
She motioned for me to come and nearly follow her I did
But when my bunny walked in with her long blonde hair
Everyone in the bar turned to stop and stare
She walked up to me with a passionate kiss
Everyone in the bar gave a gasp

(gasp)

Ooo wee!

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Now you've heard my story boy I know you listened well
Judging from the drool that fell on your lapel
My booty bunny's beauty is a sight to be seen
But my bunny's booty is better than anything

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