Thong Song

Not a word girl

flat out

Your dad's in the front

there's a dagger in my back

and oh my god. we're doing it again

one two means three four

I'm loving this game now give me some more

and more again. We're making it a thing

give it to me raw, but tell me gently and keep me hanging

tell me that it did mean something

then send me home

and write it on a note

and slip it in

but don't tell me nothing

let it go home for washing

I'll never find out

Cause then we'll always have the thing

we'll always have the thing

and if we got the thing

we'll do it all the time