This song is about a fetish game I like to play with cold sensations. Anything cold on the skin to make the sound that I like.
Flavher, Flavher, Flavher, Flavher, Flavher, Flavher, Flavher.
Uhh, its so cold. When I pour that ice cream down
you back it makes you squirm. How I like the sound
you make it makes my nipples firm. Even though its
cold I’ll bet you’ll like my warming tongue. Don’t
try to deny I know you like, its cold but nice we’ll
taste divine. We’ll let it slide just one more time
to make the sound that I like.
So many flasher’s you and I, I, I.
So many flasher’s you and I, I, I.
So many flasher’s you and I, I, I.
I made a sticky mess all down your back and twince
your ars. So let it slide between and free I like to go
that far. Going further south can surely make things
wet or hard. Its kind of wild accruing body miles,
toss salad a while you’ll shake and smile and have
sex with style, reject all that is mild. We’ll
let it slide just one more time to make the sound
that I like.
So many flasher’s you and I, I, I.
So many flavher’s you and I, I, I.
So many flavher’s you and I, I, I.