My Dick Is Peter Crouch by CircleX Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tall, non-white and handsome
You ask what’s in my pants huh
I say it’s just a striker
And I’m scoring in your ass
And I know Crouch is white
But does that matter tonight
On this night, Ooby holds the door
As I take you on the bedroom floor

[Chorus]
If his stares from the door
Creep you out then ignore
As I tell you that your
Hands would look good in me and I would like more

[Post-Chorus]
Petey petey
Fields of wheaty
I’m so meaty
Like the yeety
And by yeety
I mean ooby
Gedoff of me
Now get on me
[Verse 2]
Body count in the hundreds
With a band like this, is it any wonder?
I know there are some times where I seem narcissistic
But I think it’s justified when I’ve got the best heart
And oh it’s a dying art
Paul Cop: Mall Blart
On this night, Ooby holds the door
As I take you on the bedroom floor

[Chorus]
If his stares from the door
Creep you out then ignore
As I tell you that your
Hands would look good in me and I would like more
If his stares from the door
Creep you out then ignore
As I tell you that your
Hands would look good in me and I would like more
If his stares from the door
Creep you out then ignore
As I tell you that your
Hands would look good in me and I would like more

[Post-Chorus]
Petey petey
Fields of wheaty
I’m so meaty
Like the yeety
And by yeety
I mean ooby
Gedoff of me
Now get on me