Alpha O'Droma
Mitglied
The Duke of Bel Air and his maidenhead fair
Once there lived, I don’t know when or where
On a sunny hill the Duke of Bel Air
His life was recreation
‘Cause he had a plantation
A hammock, cold beer and his maidenhead fair
One particular day the Duke of Bel Air
Went out to get leggin‘ and ratfaced somewhere
Meanwhile he got pissed
His maidenhead missed
The Dukes horny cock and her legs in the air
After his booze the Duke of Bel Air
Desired his home and the maidenhead fair
Rather dead than alive an'
Rednosed he was drivin‘
His Cabriolet with flatt‘rin‘ long hair
Nobody recalled how he got even there
In his head was buzzin‘ a Glenn Miller snair
But he lived all his life gay
Staggered uphill his driveway
With legs shakin‘ kinky – just like Fred Astaire
When he entered his house, the Duke of Bel Air,
His key fit the keyhole, he sent up a Prayer
His heel slammed the door
He threw up on the floor
Don’t judge by his lifestyle! He‘s cool, you beware!
While he’s draggin‘ his carcass up the steep stair
The Duke of Bel Air became ad hoc aware
of a groaning loud sound
He felt betting 10 Pound,
That it sounded just like his maidenhead fair
Could it be, that she had an affair?
Bonkin‘ around when he wasn’t there
The groan came form the bath
He slingered his path
Kicked open the door and began straight to stare
What he saw in that bath, was his maidenhead fair
Cunning look on her face, that said: Don’t you dare!
The Duke pretty jealous: You are askin‘ a lot!
What the fuck has he, that I ain‘t got?
I thought, I was privileged, strokin‘ your pubic hair!
Thus amused, laughed loud the maidenhead fair:
How could I know, where in hell you were?
She smiled very corny
And said: I was horny
That’s why I stuck the showerhead there
This immediatly calmed the Duke of Bel Air
His dick bulged quick his trousers of pair
He jumped in the tub
And began to rub
And eat her pussy like a piece of Éclair
Once there lived, I don’t know when or where
On a sunny hill the Duke of Bel Air
His life was recreation
‘Cause he had a plantation
A hammock, cold beer and his maidenhead fair
One particular day the Duke of Bel Air
Went out to get leggin‘ and ratfaced somewhere
Meanwhile he got pissed
His maidenhead missed
The Dukes horny cock and her legs in the air
After his booze the Duke of Bel Air
Desired his home and the maidenhead fair
Rather dead than alive an'
Rednosed he was drivin‘
His Cabriolet with flatt‘rin‘ long hair
Nobody recalled how he got even there
In his head was buzzin‘ a Glenn Miller snair
But he lived all his life gay
Staggered uphill his driveway
With legs shakin‘ kinky – just like Fred Astaire
When he entered his house, the Duke of Bel Air,
His key fit the keyhole, he sent up a Prayer
His heel slammed the door
He threw up on the floor
Don’t judge by his lifestyle! He‘s cool, you beware!
While he’s draggin‘ his carcass up the steep stair
The Duke of Bel Air became ad hoc aware
of a groaning loud sound
He felt betting 10 Pound,
That it sounded just like his maidenhead fair
Could it be, that she had an affair?
Bonkin‘ around when he wasn’t there
The groan came form the bath
He slingered his path
Kicked open the door and began straight to stare
What he saw in that bath, was his maidenhead fair
Cunning look on her face, that said: Don’t you dare!
The Duke pretty jealous: You are askin‘ a lot!
What the fuck has he, that I ain‘t got?
I thought, I was privileged, strokin‘ your pubic hair!
Thus amused, laughed loud the maidenhead fair:
How could I know, where in hell you were?
She smiled very corny
And said: I was horny
That’s why I stuck the showerhead there
This immediatly calmed the Duke of Bel Air
His dick bulged quick his trousers of pair
He jumped in the tub
And began to rub
And eat her pussy like a piece of Éclair
