The Twyrker.

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Booty, Booty, where do you clap?  In what night club too what rap?

What lucky S.O.B. is grinding on you instead of me?

Thong, thong, burrowing deep, into that sweet, dark, thick, ass meat.

When you wiggle how I thrill, but I try to act so chill.

Cooter, cooter, how you glisten, sexy moisture not from pissin’

Pussy, pussy, when you pop, how you make the jaws drop.

Hooter, hooter, damn you jiggle, want to bite your raisinette nipple.

What the fizzle?  What the sizzle!

You down for dizzle?  I’m your nizzle.

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