If a womans hips are ample
Then i want her in the hay
Skirt and stocking all a rample
Cheerfully
For that's my way
If the woman bites in pleasure
Then i wipe it clean with hay
My mouth, her lap together
Not really
For that's my way
If a woman goes on loving
When i feel to tired to play
I'd smile and go off waving, i'm leaving
For that's my way
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