Whitey Peach

Hey girl, do you see the thing I see?
I'm linking to a line looking your eyes at me
Dumpy young thing just reach in for something to reach for
Baby, youre beautiful, baby, you sweet whitey peach whore

There's a man finger, fist, shaft to tip, mat to rug 'til you scream
Horny young ape walking myth not as dull as I seem
No, I'm not the one, I know that youre trippin' my way
Bland and quite usual, swear it's a beautiful day
(It is, it is)