Oversexed Girl

She's a free spirit, to that no one can deny,
Flying high, like a kite in the sky.
Sunglasses, chomping on some of Wrigley's finest,
Driving a Corvette, only the best.
Oh, wouldn't you like to get a piece of that, perhaps a breast,
With your stick so big and fat?
Her hair's on fire for you, her head of curl,
Her body divine, that oversexed girl.

Walk up to her, my man. She won't bite.
You know you can. You've got the might.
That kinky piece of ass is almost enough to make me blush,
And I howled once upon a time until Ma told to hush.
There ain't nothing finer than a little suckle from her source,
And I have certainly licked up like calves, or a horse.
Give her a chance, and she'll take you for a ride, a spin, a whirl,
Her sexiness divine, that oversexed girl.