M.i.l.f. Lyrics

Well you're all grown up
Not a school girl playing for fun
I'm your Dustin Hoffman
You're my Mrs Robinson

You've got a womans' touch and experienced finger ti-ps
I wanna get in between those child bearing hips
You're my stay at home queeny
My personal, "I Dream Of Genie"

My M.I.L.F.
(M I L F)
You're all mine, all mine, my M.I.L.F.
(M I L F)
Alright!

I will deliver your mail, I'll coming a knockin' at your back door
I wanna push my shopping cart through your gro-cery store
I can help with your dishes, or you can polish my silver inst-ead
So let's hurry it up, get your kids off to bed So we can get down to it!
Because I know how much you wanna do it!

My M.I.L.F.
(M I L F)
You're all mine, all mine, my M.I.L.F.
(M I L F)
All mine! All mine!

Let's hear it for the women, who make life worth livin'
you make life worth livin', let's hear it

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh

You know you've got it
It makes me feel good

(M I L F)
You're all mine, all mine, my M.I.L.F.
(M I L F)
All mine! All mine!

Let's hear it for the women, who make life worth livin'

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