Lyrics

Well you're all grown up Not a school girl playing for fun I'm your Dustin Hoffman You're my Mrs Robinson You've got a womans' touch and experienced finger ti-ps I wanna get in between those child bearing hips You're my stay at home queeny My personal, "I Dream Of Genie" My M.I.L.F. (M I L F) You're all mine, all mine, my M.I.L.F. (M I L F) Alright! I will deliver your mail, I'll coming a knockin' at your back door I wanna push my shopping cart through your gro-cery store I can help with your dishes, or you can polish my silver inst-ead So let's hurry it up, get your kids off to bed So we can get down to it! Because I know how much you wanna do it! My M.I.L.F. (M I L F) You're all mine, all mine, my M.I.L.F. (M I L F) All mine! All mine! Let's hear it for the women, who make life worth livin' you make life worth livin', let's hear it yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh You know you've got it It makes me feel good (M I L F) You're all mine, all mine, my M.I.L.F. (M I L F) All mine! All mine! Let's hear it for the women, who make life worth livin'
Writer(s): David Philip Henzerling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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