On The Beach With Fernanda

Fabby

Compositor: Fabby

You cast your web
You never leave my side
I know you want me all the time
With you at rock and metal shows
On your street, at your house, at your bar, at my houses
24 hours a day we're always together
And when I go out near you
Even then you always call me
Ring, ring, hours talking, you don't want to hang up
Fernanda, I get it girl, you like me

I'm on the defensive, just receiving waves of your love
I'm wishing you would attack me with lust
Your shy lesbian way seduces me
Punk rocker, boots with a shirt
Your red hair
Your white skin shines, oh, your freckles
Your perfect upturned nose
She didn't waste any time, the lust was through the roof
She offered me a whiskey, a vodka, a wine
She lowered the door, closed the bar
She licked me on the counter, me on all fours sitting on the chairs
She licked my pussy from behind, continued sucking and even on the floor
We travelled to Ibitinga amidst lace and embroidery
He wrapped me in a hammock, ate me against the wall
He took me to the beach, non-stop outings
From Ponta da Praia, in Forte, to Mongaguá
Licking my breaded pussy
At the punk show among chains, jackets, and boots
I take you to the gloomy bathroom
I give you several licks under the shower
We fucked in the gallery, in the elevator, on the stairs
In the basement, on the ground floor, in the snack bar, on the mezzanine, on the rooftop
Among the vinyl records, posters, CDs, and DVDs
Here at home, my birthday
You drunk, sitting on the living room floor
Me fucking your pretty face
She didn't waste any time, her lust was through the roof
She didn't go to church, she didn't go to a macumba ceremony
She put on her boots, wore her shirt
She came out of the closet, admitted she was a lesbian
She asked me to be her girlfriend, without Trouble
He came to lick my pussy, yeah
He came to lick my pussy, oh, yes