Camel Toe
by Chill Puppy
I see you and go, “Whoa!”
Act like you don’t know.
Moose knuckle because you pants are tight.
A front bum wedgie is wrong, but oh so right.
Baby, let it show!
Yeah, let it show!
Your camel toe.
Now we’re on the bed.
What’s in my head?
Your face is red.
Oh let it show!
Your camel toe.
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I wrote this song after meeting a nice server girl named Avalon. The Island of Avalon in British Legend is the location of the Castle of Camelot — home of King Arthur.
Camelot = Camel Toe
It’s a cypher and I’m going to burn for it.
Thank you,
Casper Tunes
About the Creator
Casper Tunes
I’m an avid writer, musician and lover of all things iron.
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