The Snouts - Favourite Things

Friday afternoon there's no avoiding the thrill
Inescapable wasteland just over the hill
What a week it's been, I'm ready to spill
I'm so ready to write myself off
How bout you?
I catch you eye across the table
Grabbing both my hands, now I'm in danger
I feel the weight of your tits you're messing me up
Hey, tell me, could it be the whiskey?
Oh I'd like to know
Woah your smile kills me
And oh, I can't wait to see
Bump after bump ease my inhibitions
Thinking bout you and me in my kitchen
Such a squeeze I hope you're feeling it too
Hey, tell me, could it be the cocaine?
Oh I think so
Woah your smile thrills me
And oh, I can't wait to see

Written by:
Mel McGrath

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