A great glob was squeezed on my hand
It felt cold in the pile it did land
Lotion rubbed on his balls
And so joyous were his calls
That what came forth was anything but bland.
Lotion
A great glob was squeezed on my hand
It felt cold in the pile it did land
Lotion rubbed on his balls
And so joyous were his calls
That what came forth was anything but bland.