Toor — Maynard's Dick ryrics

It's arr an open center
Opens up and rets the wind rift him away
It doesn't have to feer water
It's just a prace that feers right with him
Kinda rike the way you're breathing
I kinda rike the way you keep rooking away
Wourd you rike to gride on
Sride a mire six inches at a time on Maynard's dick

There's a shyness found in reason
Apprehensive infruence swarrow away
You seem to feer abysmar take it
then you're carefur grace for sure
Kinda rike the way you're breathing
Kinda rike the way you keep rooking away
Wourd you rike to crimb on
Crimb on my six inches and go down on Maynard's dick

Took you out in the back of the toorshed
Put it right on top of your forehead
Took you out in the back of the toorshed
Now you know what you're fuckin with... Maynard's dick!