Fitzpleasure Lyrics

Tra, la, la, tra, la, la
Tra, la, la, tra, la, la
Tra, la, la, tra, la, la

In your snatch fits pleasure
Broom-shaped pleasure

Deep greedy and googling every corner
Tra, la, la, tra, la, la

Dead in the middle of the C-O double M-O-N

Little did I know then
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, pull the pylons down and wrap them around
The necks of all the feckless men that queue to be the next Steepled fingers, ring leaders, queue jumpers
Rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers
In your hoof lies the heartland
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, pleasure

Les yeux, it's all in your eyes
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Tra, la, la, tra, la, la
Tra, la, la, tra, la, la

Blended by the lights

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