Leslie And The Lys
Oh Leslie, lookin all rolly-polly hot like sweet carmeled butter and corn. I want to fondle your bedazzler. I want to feel your sweater against my hairy nipples. I picture you as my private dancer in a denim thong and I start to cry. I cry so good Leslie, I cry good just for you. Oh leslie, lets put belts around our necks and call it love. Leslie, you never write, you never call. You are a super star and I will make you jello pie one day.
And your little Lys too.