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lyrics
She's down and dirty
She'll steal your man
She's got the goodies
She's got a plan
She's ridin' dirty
She keeps it real
She'll turn a young man
Into a meal
No need for rubbers
She's past the change
Just lube her up
And get real strange
She's out for trouble
She's on the strip
She'll blow your mind
If you don't get a grip
In a red dress
No panties on
If it feels this good
It can't be wrong
She’ll call you baby
She’ll take you out
She’ll show you
What a good time's about
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
Fucking young dudes from left to right
Doing blow, staying up all night
Big ass boobs going down to her knees
She'll leak a little pee every time that she'll sneeze
She'll drive you anywhere in her rental car,
let you do body shots off her c-section scar
Won the townhouse in the divorce,
rumor is she once fucked a horse
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She wants to party
She wants to fuck
She likes ‘em young
Don’t need blue pills
She’ll give you AIDs
Virus that kills
Face full of make-up
Oil of Olay
Pussy so wrinkled
Might turn you gray
The bar is closing
You’re out of luck
Better go with her
If you wanna fuck
She's fallen for you
And she can't get up
If she's feeling maternal
She'll powder your butt
She’s got wrinkled hands
And bony knuckles
Reaching for your belt
Undoing the buckle
Get through those nylons
Those panty hose
It’s probably musty
So plug your nose
Better have a lighter
For her Virginia Slims
There’s a cloud of smoke
That never ends
She’s got a dungeon
It’s full of whips
But please be gentle
Don’t break her hips
Not wearing a bra
Under her blouse
She'll give you a peek
On the drive to her house
She'll spit in her palm
When she gives you a handy
In her sexual prime
And feeling randy
Needs assisted living
Headed for the home
Before she goes
She needs one last bone
credits
released August 4, 2014
Lyrics by Sidney Delorean and Shoe Marley
Instrumental track by Com Truise
Production and art by Sidney Delorean