Scotch On Ice

She down on my socks

Getting ice for my scotch

Never bending my ear

Just chilling my beers

She don't say much

She's cold to the touch

Sometimes it's rough

With her handcuffs and stuff

She likes what I got

She takes what I give her

She feels so real

Just don't look into her eyes

If I come home late

The love is still great

Doesn't follow the trends

how she bends

She likes it on top

Little cream, a lil' crop

And it's getting better

She likes what I got

Takes what I give her

She feels so real

Just don't look into her eyes

Oh, you give me so much pleasure

Oh, I wish you were alive

Oh, it gives me so much pleasure

Oh, it makes me feel alive

She likes what I got

Takes what I give her

She feels so real

Just don't look into her eyes

Oh, you give me so much pleasure

Oh, I wish you were alive

Oh, it gives me so much pleasure

Oh, it makes me feel alive

She comes in a box

My own private fox

She's pretty in pink

She cleans in the sink

She don't say much

She's cold to the touch

Doesn't complain

Travel to Spain

She likes it rough

With her handcuffs and stuff

She comes up tough

There's a cream on the crop

She's passing my socks

Getting ice for my scotch

Never bending my ear

Just chilling my beers