THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY # 36 MS. NEW BOOTY

I found you, Miss New Booty.

Get it together and bring it back to me.

Hit the players club, from out of Mother Tube.

Put a tan on the DMV, what is good.

I found you, Miss New Booty.

Get it together and bring it back to me.

Hit the players club, from out of Mother Tube.

Put a tan on the DMV, what is good.

Get it right, get it right, get it tight.

Get it right, get it right, get it tight.

Get it right, get it right, get it tight.

Get it right, get it right, get it tight.

Girl, I don't need you, but you need me.

Take it off, let it flop, shake it freely.

And I don't tell stories, I let them tell they self.

And you ain't gotta sell sex, girl, to tell yourself.

Like nothing else.

Yeah, I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy.

Ain't like friends, live it up, Betty.

Here go the whisper song, baby, this is us, ready.

Put it on me, enthusiastically.

Whatever it is that you do, you do it admirably.

And I ain't choosing, that thing chose me.

It's complicated and yanked all the way in this thing.

Go!

Booty, booty, booty, rocking everywhere.

...