Artist: golden smog
Song: scotch on ice
She down on my socks
Getting ice for my scotch
Never bending my ear
Just chilling my beers
She don't say much
She's cold to the touch
Sometimes it's rough
With her handcuffs and stuff
She likes what I got
She takes what I give her
She feels so real
Just don't look into her eyes
If I come home late
The love is still great
Doesn't follow the trends
[Incomprehensible], how she bends
She likes it on top
Little cream, a lil' crop
And it's getting better
She likes what I got
Takes what I give her
She feels so real
Just don't look into her eyes
Oh, you give me so much pleasure
Oh, I wish you were alive
Oh, it gives me so much pleasure
Oh, it makes me feel alive
She likes what I got
Takes what I give her
She feels so real
Just don't look into her eyes
Oh, you give me so much pleasure
Oh, I wish you were alive
Oh, it gives me so much pleasure
Oh, it makes me feel alive
She comes in a box
My own private fox
She's pretty in pink
She cleans in the sink
She don't say much
She's cold to the touch
Doesn't complain
Travel to Spain
She likes it rough
With her handcuffs and stuff
She comes up tough
There's a cream on the crop
She's passing my socks
Getting ice for my scotch
Never bending my ear
Just chilling my beers
