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Letra de la canción 'HEY MISTER' de 'CUSTOM'






Hey mister i really like your daughter,
iand'd like to eat her like ice cream
maybe dip her in chocolate
Hey mister on your way over
in your volvo, suit, and tie
well, be crawling in your bed soon
messing around, maybe getting high
Itand's not what ya did,
itand's not what ya didnand't
god gave her a perfect body
and now iand'm all up in it.
Itand's not sheand's a tramp.
itand's not sheand's not pure.
she just likes getting her fuck on,
and its good for that iand'm sure
Hey mister i really like your daughter.
when iand'm horny like thirsty
sheand's a bottle of water.
Hey mister howand'd it get so bad
you raised her so well
and now sheand's calling me dad
in the back seat naked of a new volkswagen
the perfect little gift for high school graduation.
Itand's not what ya did,
itand's not what ya didnand't
god gave her a perfect body
and now iand'm all up in it.
Itand's not sheand's a tramp.
itand's not sheand's not pure.
she just likes getting her fuck on,
and its good for that iand'm sure
Nana na nana na,
nana na nana na,
nana na nana na,
ha hahaha ha ha haha
I eat all the food in your fridge
call my friends around the world
rack up your long distance do
breakstands neutral drops
wreck all your cars
drink all the booze in your cheezy ass wet bar
order stuff on your credit cards
leave boogers in the skippy jar
smoke your cigars
answer the phone tell your boss you moved to mars
when you call in late from work tell your wife
youand're at the titty bars
Itand's not what ya did,
itand's not what ya didnand't
god gave her a perfect body
and now iand'm all up in it.
Itand's not sheand's a tramp.
itand's not sheand's not pure.
she just likes getting her fuck on,
and its good for that iand'm sure
I canand't lie i have to tell the truth
my commandments says iand'm a total spoof
your daughterand's a freak
your daughterand's a pro
when iand'm done with her
sheand'll do one of your bros
I hope iand'll never have a daughter
i hope iand'll never have a daughter
i hope iand'll never have a daughter
i hope iand'll never have a daughter
Nana na nana na,
nana na nana na,
nana na nana na,
nana na nana naaaaaaaa!


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