F.U.C. Her

Let me tell you 'bout someone who's no pleasure to meet
 You wouldn't offer her a back seat
 Just 'cause her father's a vicar who is full of pulpit
 There is no one sicker, spells S.H. one T.
 Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot
 A night time slicker,
 an A.R licker (A.R. slicker? A.S.S. licker?)
 A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
 Her C.U.M. really do you in
 So don't you try to F.U.C. her
 If I wouldn't touch her with mine
 Well she went to California, turned everybody off
 Sure has a nice way of F'ing things up
 She used to make all the guys cream
 In her ice blue jeans and that jar of Vaseline
 Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot
 A night time slicker, an A.R. licker,
 A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
 Her C.U.N. really do you in
 That's what I say if you try this for size
 So her destiny lies now in the pit of fate
 One of those strange people you just love to hate
 She is S.I.C., she is deranged
 Even her poor old banker was short changed
 She looks real cute when she puts in the boot
 A night time? slicker, an A.R.? licker,
 A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
 Her C.U.N. really do you in
 So don't you try to F.U.C. her
 If I wouldn't touch her with mine
 Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot
 A night time? slicker, an A.R licker (slicker?)
 A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer
 Her C.U.N. really do you in
 So don't you try to F.U.C. her
 If I wouldn't touch her with mine
 So don't you try to F.U.C. her
 If I wouldn't touch her with mine
 If you wanna risk F.U.C. her, try this for size