Will ye lend us a quid till the end O’ the week
If you could see your way,
To make it a tenner I’d be so overjoyed
And I’ll pay ye back a week Saturday
Big Ass. Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
They said that of course
But had intercourse
And now nine months on
They’ve a daughter
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
There’s no pretty girls left
So can I fuck you?
My love like a Red Red Rose
My cock bleeds when I fuck
A bit of penis bone pokes out
And rips into your cunt.
Naked Sissy . . “Are you wench, you his are you?” Fladder asks
Will ye lend us a quid till the end O’ the week
If you could see your way,
To make it a tenner I’d be so overjoyed
And I’ll pay ye back a week Saturday
Big Ass. Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
They said that of course
But had intercourse
And now nine months on
They’ve a daughter
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
There’s no pretty girls left
So can I fuck you?
My love like a Red Red Rose
My cock bleeds when I fuck
A bit of penis bone pokes out
And rips into your cunt.
Naked Sissy . . “Are you wench, you his are you?” Fladder asks
Will ye lend us a quid till the end O’ the week
If you could see your way,
To make it a tenner I’d be so overjoyed
And I’ll pay ye back a week Saturday
Big Ass. Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
They said that of course
But had intercourse
And now nine months on
They’ve a daughter
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
There’s no pretty girls left
So can I fuck you?
My love like a Red Red Rose
My cock bleeds when I fuck
A bit of penis bone pokes out
And rips into your cunt.
Naked Sissy . . “Are you wench, you his are you?” Fladder asks
Kathleen Robertson - Boss (2012)