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Nymphomaniac Nymphomaniac By Jason Boland Well welcome everybody to Willies place You can pull up a chair or you can pull up my face We got everything, The only thing that we lack is a rich young dumb nymphomaniac I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac To drive me around in her cadillac If she's not down on her knees She will be flat on her back I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac We'll give her great big tits And a little bitty ass A fucking machine that never runs out of gas A body like nobody's ever seen before She recently inherited a liquor store I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac To drive me around in her cadillac If she's not down on her knees She will be flat on her back I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac Well she doesn't wanna marry And she doesn't wanna fight She doesn't get two shit if I stay out all night I bring home another woman She just gives me a smile Take off our clothes then we buck in a pile I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac To drive me around in her cadillac If she's not down on her knees She will be flat on her back I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac Make her a magic fingers mama That can roll up my doobs The best in the west at cooking chinese food She doesn't to shop and she doesn't wear clothes She always compliments me on the size of my hose I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac To drive me around in her cadillac If she's not down on her knees She will be flat on her back I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac We'll make her three feet tall And stand about to here With a flat spot on her head So I can rest my beer I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac To drive me around in her cadillac If she's not down her knees She will be flat on her back I wanna rich young dumb nymphomaniac
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