On a warm summers evening
on a train bound for Lapland
I met up with the wankler
We were both too old for teens
So we had teens for staring
Through the window at the hotness
Lord Boredom oversaw us
And AT-man began to speak;
He said;
Son, I've made my life,
Out of peeking teener's places
And knowing what their' underwear
By the way they held their thighs
So if you don't mind me saying
I can see your out of lays, teens
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice
So he handed me his goggles
and he drank down my last swallow
Then I spotted a virgin babe
And asked her for a wife
And the night got deathly quiet
and her face lost all expression
She said if you're gonna land the lay, boy
ya gotta learn to play teens right
'You got to know when to grope them,
know when to scold them
Know when to pull away
know when to cum
You never tell you're crummy
When you're sitting at the bedside
There'll be time enough for wanking
When the teen is done'
Now every wankler knows
That the secret to AT-surviving
Is knowing the smut to throw away
knowing the kind to seek
Cause the left hand is a loser's
And the whole wang is quite useless
And the best action you can hope for
Is to bang in your dreams
So when he finished speaking
He turned back towards the window
Crushed out his teenage dreams
and faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler, he found teen heaven
But through his final words
I found a babe that I could peek
'You got to know when to grope them,
know when to scold them
Know when to pull away
know when to cum
You never tell you're crummy
When you're sitting at the bedside
There'll be time enough for wanking
When the teen is done'
on a train bound for Lapland
I met up with the wankler
We were both too old for teens
So we had teens for staring
Through the window at the hotness
Lord Boredom oversaw us
And AT-man began to speak;
He said;
Son, I've made my life,
Out of peeking teener's places
And knowing what their' underwear
By the way they held their thighs
So if you don't mind me saying
I can see your out of lays, teens
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice
So he handed me his goggles
and he drank down my last swallow
Then I spotted a virgin babe
And asked her for a wife
And the night got deathly quiet
and her face lost all expression
She said if you're gonna land the lay, boy
ya gotta learn to play teens right
'You got to know when to grope them,
know when to scold them
Know when to pull away
know when to cum
You never tell you're crummy
When you're sitting at the bedside
There'll be time enough for wanking
When the teen is done'
Now every wankler knows
That the secret to AT-surviving
Is knowing the smut to throw away
knowing the kind to seek
Cause the left hand is a loser's
And the whole wang is quite useless
And the best action you can hope for
Is to bang in your dreams
So when he finished speaking
He turned back towards the window
Crushed out his teenage dreams
and faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler, he found teen heaven
But through his final words
I found a babe that I could peek
'You got to know when to grope them,
know when to scold them
Know when to pull away
know when to cum
You never tell you're crummy
When you're sitting at the bedside
There'll be time enough for wanking
When the teen is done'
Vastaukset 2
Vanhimmat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X7Sx62plCw
Spying on teens undercover, stuck in basement with my mother
Am I getting closer?
Baby, I feel like a reject, douchebags getting free of charge sex
Where is my proposal?
I’m your Timppa, you’re my Tuksu
Oh baby, come on, take your shot
So marry me, I’ll be a nice cuckold
I’ll lick you endlessly
I do it for you, for you, for you
Yeah, I do it for you, marry me, baby
I’ll pay your trips, I´ll grow out my dick
I’ll walk the walk of shame
I do it for you, for you, for you
Yeah, I do it for you, marry me baby
Oh oh, oh oh oh, runk runk
Oh oh, oh oh oh, runk runk
I know where the future’s heading, I can see my cuckold wedding
Isn’t that just bracing?
I don’t think there are no AT´s who will give you your first babies
Isn’t that amazing?
I’m your Timppa, you’re my Janica
Oh baby, come on, take a shot
So marry me, I’ll be your teddybear
I’ll love you endlessly
I do it for you, for you, for you
Yeah, I do it for you, marry me, baby
I’ll pay your rent, I’ll be a real gent
I’ll walk the walk of shame
I do it for you, for you, for you
Yeah, I do it for you, marry me baby
Oh oh, oh oh oh, runk runk
Oh oh, oh oh oh, runk runk
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, runk runk
Oh oh, oh oh oh, runk runk