The world can see them
We’re all peeping toms
We get off on their P.D.A.
How he cups her in his palms
He kisses her nervous lips
And she wails with each touch
She loves how he touches her
She swoons to his firm clutch
They’re on full display
A real live *** tape
They put on a show for us perverts
He’s all over her curvy shape
Watch him grab her golden thigh
Listen to her soulful shouts
The quiver in her tone says she likes it
The people like it even more, no doubt
They’ve made themselves infamous
Cause we like to hear her moan
The man and his girl are devoted
A musician and his saxophone
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
The world can see them
We’re all peeping toms
We get off on their P.D.A.
How he cups her in his palms
He kisses her nervous lips
And she wails with each touch
She loves how he touches her
She swoons to his firm clutch
They’re on full display
A real live *** tape
They put on a show for us perverts
He’s all over her curvy shape
Watch him grab her golden thigh
Listen to her soulful shouts
The quiver in her tone says she likes it
The people like it even more, no doubt
They’ve made themselves infamous
Cause we like to hear her moan
The man and his girl are devoted
A musician and his saxophone
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