Well she stepped into the room
Right then she got my eyes
She had an ass like a truck
And two amazing thumping thighs
She's built like no other
Just one big fat mother brick house
So impressed to find those breasts
A little, a little, a little
(More for the Bone)
She likes whips and chains and things
She don't need no diamond rings
Couldn't get her through the door
So I did her on the floor
Lets get naked baby
And roll under the sheets
I ask one favor baby
Don't roll on top of me
She's my Crisco queen
A non-stop love machine
On the scene like a sex machine
She ain't big going get bigger
A little, a little, a little
(More for the bone)
Sparks may fly like the fourth of July
Just don't get any in your eye
Strap me on a 2 by 4
So I don't fall in when she wants more
Solo
I got excited she threw
Her ham hocks over me
One the size of a truck
The other the size of a tree
She whispered in my ear
Just more cushion for the pushin', dear
Guess I had to move when she got down to it
A little, a little, a little
(more for the bone)
She likes whips and chains and things
She don't need no diamond rings
Couldn't get her through the door
So I did her on the floor
A little, a little, a little
(more for the bone)
Sparks may fly like the fourth of July
Just don't get any in your eye
She's got me on a 2 by 4
So I don't fall in when she wants more
Writer(s): Blues Saraceno, Rikki Rockett, Bobby Dall, Bret Michaels
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