Custom Custom - Hey Mister.mp3 Lyrics
            Hey Mister I really like your daughter,
            I'd like to eat her like ice cream
            Maybe dip her in chocolate
        
            Hey Mister on your way to work
            In your Volvo, suit, and tie
            We'll, be crawling in your bed soon
            Messing around, maybe getting hot
        
            It's not what ya did,
            It's not what ya didn't
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            God gave her a perfect body
            And now I'm all up in it.
        
            It's not she's a tramp.
            It's not she's not pure.
            She just likes getting her #### on,
            And it's good one of that I'm sure
        
            Hey Mister I really like your daughter.
            When I'm h____ like thirsty
            She's a bottle of water.
        
            Hey Mister how'd it get so bad
            You raised her so well
            And now she's calling me dad
            In the back seat naked of a new Volkswagen
            The perfect little gift for high school graduation.
        
            It's not what ya did,
            It's not what ya didn't
            m20c192221f6121823hcc2"
            God gave her a perfect body
            And now I'm all up in it.
        
            It's not she's a tramp.
            It's not she's not pure.
            She just likes getting her #### on,
            And it's good one of that I'm sure
        
            Nana na nana na,
            Nana na nana na,
            Nana na nana na,
            Ha hahaha ha ha haha
        
            I eat all the food in your fridge
            Call my friends around the world
            Rack up your long distance too
            Breakstands neutral drops
            Wreck all your cars
            Drink all the booze in your cheezy a__ wet bar
            Order stuff on your credit cards
            Leave boogers in the skippy jar
            Smoke your cigars
            Answer the phone tell your boss you moved to mars
            When you call in late from work tell your wife
            You're at the t__ty bars
        
            It's not what ya did,
            It's not what ya didn't
            m20c192221f6121823hcc2"
            God gave her a perfect body
            And now I'm all up in it.
        
            It's not she's a tramp.
            It's not she's not pure.
            She just likes getting her #### on,
            And it's good one of that I'm sure
        
            I can't lie I have to tell the truth
            Man to man mister it's all a total spoof
            Your daughter's a freak
            Your daughter's a pro
            When I'm done with her
            She'll do one of your bros
        
            I hope I never have a daughter
            I hope I never have a daughter
            I hope I never have a daughter
            I hope I never have a daughter
        
            Nana na nana na,
            Nana na nana na,
            Nana na nana na,
            Nana na nana naaaaaaaa!
        
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