taking me home Well, well, well, she's Louisiana hot sauce. Hotter than a fireball smoother than strawberry wine. She's lookin' good as I've seen. Strollin' in her tight jeans, drivin' me out of my mind
I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes. I'm never satisfied. I want the frim fram sauce. With the oss-en-fay with sha fafa on the side I don't want pork chops and bacon. That won't
', kiss be in the bank wit cream. My wrists an' my neck be gleamin'. Whatever I got cost, honey look hotter than hot sauce. That's why I get top in a drop porsche Then she get dropped off, told her that
