I took my girl to see little fochers,
You know the one, with the great big knockers.
If she turns suddenly, she'll put out my eye,
Sometimes they even block out the sky.
I got her a new sweater, and she stretched it so bad,
It looks like a blanket my grandmother had.
While we watched the movie, the guy up front,
Just turned around, and started to grunt.
So we left kind of early, and went to my pad,
And she made me so happy, she made me so glad.
We walked in my pad, she turns round and puckers,
After a while we were two little fochers.
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