Music
Music
That would wanna be my wife, that was my intention
And we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
But so pretty you and me, Roddick City come alive
We can fuck it to the top, drink a little cherry's milk
Roddick City can't you see, but so pretty you and me
Every time I call my hair
Thoughts of you get in my eyes
You're a sinner, I don't care
I just want you creamy thighs
And we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
But so pretty you and me, Roddick City come alive
We can fuck it to the top, drink a little cherry's milk
Roddick City can't you see, but so pretty you and me
All of my hangups are gone
I wish you felt the same
We can fuck it to the top
I wish you were my type
We can fuck it to the top, drink a little cherry's milk
And we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
But so pretty you and me, Roddick City come alive
We can fuck it to the top, drink a little cherry's milk
Roddick City can't you see, but so pretty you and me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Roddick City
