C. Hutchins, M. Hutchins

She’s a big girl, and she uses it well
She’s got a permanent pout, made out of silicone gel
Long strong legs, big green eyes
I won’t plead but baby please

If she looks your way, one thing she’ll say
You think you got it Mr. Savoir Fair?

Don’t disappoint me, don’t disappoint me
Cause I won’t ask twice

She’s got a little red sports car
With a big humping engine
She’s got a 427
With the nitrous injection

Shake those hips, purse those lips
There’s lots of that to go around