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Paroles de la chanson This Christmas (I Want To Kiss You Under The Camel Toe) par Kunt And The Gang
I've been thinking about just one thing
Since Christmas time last year
When I got off with you at the Christmas do
After eight pints of beer
You must have been the worst for wear
'Cause you asked me back to your crib
I couldn't believe my luck 'cause I fancied you for ages
And I hoped maybe you'd touch my nib
I'll never forget the first time we kissed
The joy, it was immeasurable
Then, if you remember, you fellated my penis
Which was also very pleasurable
Since Christmas time last year
When I got off with you at the Christmas do
After eight pints of beer
You must have been the worst for wear
'Cause you asked me back to your crib
I couldn't believe my luck 'cause I fancied you for ages
And I hoped maybe you'd touch my nib
I'll never forget the first time we kissed
The joy, it was immeasurable
Then, if you remember, you fellated my penis
Which was also very pleasurable
When I went to do a similiar thing to you
In my guts I felt a twinge
You'd been dancing all night to the DJ's tunes
And I'm afraid you had disco minge
As I started heading south
The juices came in my mouth
And have you forgiven, forgot
For what I did on your front bot?
I'm sorry I yakked up on your pubes
Can you give us another go?
This Christmas, Miss
I want to kiss you under the camel toe
Now the Christmas trees are up again
And the bells are decked with holly
After vomiting vol-au-vent on your vag
In my guts I felt a twinge
You'd been dancing all night to the DJ's tunes
And I'm afraid you had disco minge
As I started heading south
The juices came in my mouth
And have you forgiven, forgot
For what I did on your front bot?
I'm sorry I yakked up on your pubes
Can you give us another go?
This Christmas, Miss
I want to kiss you under the camel toe
Now the Christmas trees are up again
And the bells are decked with holly
After vomiting vol-au-vent on your vag
I felt a bit of a wally
This year I've only had six pints
I swear I've taken it easy
And I've got a Tesco carrier in my pocket
In case I start to feel queasy
But stood there in those leggings
You really look a treat
I can see the outline of your outer labs
And they look good enough to eat
So this year I'm gonna grab ya
Before the DJ's on the decks
Drag you underneath the mistletoe
And perform an act of oral sex
This year I'm gonna try and keep my buffet down
This year I've only had six pints
I swear I've taken it easy
And I've got a Tesco carrier in my pocket
In case I start to feel queasy
But stood there in those leggings
You really look a treat
I can see the outline of your outer labs
And they look good enough to eat
So this year I'm gonna grab ya
Before the DJ's on the decks
Drag you underneath the mistletoe
And perform an act of oral sex
This year I'm gonna try and keep my buffet down
If you'll just give me another go
This Christmas, Miss
I want to kiss you under the camel toe
I promise not to puke up on your pubic mound
If you'll just give me another go
This Christmas, Miss
I want to kiss you under the camel toe
This Christmas, Miss
I want to kiss you under the camel toe
This Christmas, Miss
I want to kiss you under the camel toe
I promise not to puke up on your pubic mound
If you'll just give me another go
This Christmas, Miss
I want to kiss you under the camel toe
This Christmas, Miss
I want to kiss you under the camel toe
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