I see you down there with your balding hair   And I wanna touch your spot   I don´t care what used to be there   I just wanna touch your spot      I got some plastic drawers   And here there are no laws   A tickle with a feather   In hot shorts made of pleather      I got a fetish for it   And I just can´t describe it   It gives me such a rush   Makes me wanna blush   I pick it I pluck it I touch it and then....uuuh!      A ticke with a feather   In hot shorts made of pleather   Heels and slippers make me quiver   Shake shake shake!   Cakes and muffins and cookies too   And pies in the face      Toys and boys and rings and things   Shake and bake and everything   Cum and shit and fortunite   And public bathrooms that´s for sure      Smelly socks and underwear   Eye snoots and public hair   Cooked teeth and sexy arms   Elvis dice and Lucky Charms!      I got a fetish for it   And I just can´t describe it   It gives me such a rush   Makes me wanna blush   I pick it I pluck it I touch it and then....uuuh!      I see your hiney it´s big and shiny   You better hide it before I find it!   To make you understand   Well you just gotta try it!      I see you down there with your balding hair   And I wanna touch your spot   I don´t care what used to be there   I just wanna touch your spot      I got a fetish for it   And I just can´t describe it   It gives me such a rush   Makes me wanna blush   I pick it I pluck it I touch it and then....uuuh!   Fingerful!