Fuck Doll Fuck

Fuck doll fuck.

Fuck doll fuck

I wanna fuck my fucking fuck doll fuck

Be My Girl — Sally

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my, be my

Be my girl

 

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my, be my

Be my girl

 

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my, be my

Be my girl

 

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my, be my

Be my girl

 

I was blue and lonely

I couldn’t sleep a wink

And I could only get unconscious

If I’d had too much to drink

 

There was somehow, something wrong somewhere

And each day seemed grey and dead

The seeds of desperation

Were growing in my head

 

I needed inspiration

A brand new start in life

Somewhere to place affection

But I didn’t want a wife

 

And then by lucky chance I saw

In a special magazine

An ad that was unusual

The like I’d never seen

 

“Experience something different

With our new imported toy

She’s loving, warm, inflatable

And a guarantee of joy”

 

She came all wrapped in cardboard

All pink and shrivelled down

A breath of air was all she needed

To make her lose that frown

 

I took her to the bedroom

And pumped her with some life

And later in a moment

That girl became my wife

 

And so I sit her in the corner

And sometimes stroke her hair

And when I’m feeling naughty

I blow her up with air

 

She’s cuddly and she’s bouncy

She’s like a rubber ball

I bounce her in the kitchen

And I bounce her in the hall

 

And now my life is different

Since Sally came my way

I wake up in the morning

And have her on a tray

 

She’s everything they say she was

And I wear a permanent grin

And I only have to worry

In case my girl wears thin

 

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my, be my

Be my girl

 

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my, be my

Be my girl

 

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my, be my

Be my girl

 

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my girl?

Would you be my, be my

Be my girl

 

—Sting and Andy Summers

Inflatable You

This is a love song.

 

Your love for me is not debatable

Your sexual appetite is insatiable

You never ever make me waitable

Delectable, inflatable you

 

You don’t have problems with your weight at all

You never steal food off my plate at all

I never have to masturbate at all

Unstopable inflatable you

 

You never seem to menstruate at all

So you’re not angry when I’m late at all

I feel permanently flatable

Unpopable inflatable you

 

Well, you in my arms

I feel we could just fly away

With the right kind of gas

I might even try it some day

 

In this ocean of life

I’m never afraid I might drown

We can just float forever

Whatever the weather

Whenever my inflatable lover’s around

 

Your thighs and buttocks are so holdable

You always just do what you are toldable

And if we argue, you just foldable

Controlable consolable you

 

Your never sensitive or ticklely

No, when I rub you my skin goes prickely [prickly]

It’s known as static electricity

Felticity when I’m kissing you

 

Your skin is so smooth

I couldn’t afford you with hair

You have all the holes real girls have got

Plus one for the air

 

Your problems are simple

I don’t need my masters in psych

To know if you get down

I just perk you right up

with a couple of squirts

of the pump of my bike

 

You never wake up when I snore at all

A trait which I find quite adorable

You have a box and you are storable

Ignorable backdoorable you

 

Any sexual position is feasible

Although you don’t bend at the knees at all

Your hooches are so firm and squeezable

Increasable uncreasable your

 

You don’t complain about my hair back

No, about the inches that downstairs I lack

Your not disgusted by my furry crack

 

No birth control is not an issue

No, I clean it all off with a tissue

I bet my jealous friends all wish you

were insatiably inflatably theirs

 

Yeah, piano solo, me

 

Don’t let me down

Don’t let me down

Don’t let me down

And I won’t let you down

 

Oh oh oh oh oh

—Tim Minchin