GMAIL| Larryeightynine@gmail.com by Evann McIntosh Lyrics

Howdy partners
I want to go to Pluto Larry
Larry

Even though I keep it on the low
Keep keep it on the low
Baby could you show me baby could you show
Baby could you
Baby could you (Gmail me your toes)

Show me ‘dat ass
Show me ‘dat ass baby
Show me ‘dat ass throw it back back baby
Can you Gmail me your toes of course
(Gmail me your toes Gmail me your toes)

Said you were a 12 out of 10 on the freak scale
(What)
But you’re never In my inbox on Gmail
(Huh)
Baby could you
(Gmail me your toes)
Gmail me your toes oh
If I had a late night call would you answer
Know that I would lick all on your toes like Jolly Ranchers
(Juicy)
Baby could you
(Gmail me your toes)
(Yeah)

Hey we could make a film let me just sеt up my tripod
Baby I could play some [?] on my IPod
Baby if you just
(Gmail me your toes)
If you just

“I pеrsonally think feet, I think feet are disgusting. But if somebody said they would pay me 53 dollars and 87 cents for a picture of my toes. I’d be all up in that inbox.”