Bloodhound Gang - You On The Beach At Night

Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when this used thong I found and bedazzled with gems brushes ever so gently against some boobs. I guess it's hard to believe that one man could have a ponytail this sensitive and distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you. I know my haiku's are freaking intense but even the words I made up to sound French don't express my feelings for your toilet parts. I would show up for our pottery class dressed like a pirate with John Water's mustache On a unicorn that shits your name in stars. Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type. Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night. [x2] One milkshake, two straws. Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type. Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night. [x2] Don't I (Don't I) Sound so (Sound so) Sexy (Sexy) Echo (Echo.)[x2] Release the doves!