Welcome to Idaho

[Lyrics]
Damn girl you got that cake!
And I'm fuckin talking triple C!
And if you wanna top it off with somethin,
If you've got the peaches, then I've got the cream.
Let's put them together, we'll fuckin eat till we scream,
And if you're following along then you might just get what I mean.
(Holy shit this is inappropriate...)
My bananas kinda fuckin split,
Because it goes a couple ways.
And the syrup I have topping it,
Makes you wanna fuckin lick for days.
And all these lyrics that I'm dropping,
Might just leave you in a daze.
But there's a not so hidden meaning,
Behind every fuckin word I say.
I'm like a thigh-master,
Because I burn the fat off faster,
Than I could ever eat out more within a day.
I'm like a, fresh cucumber, because
There's a spell that you are under
And you'll want to toss a salad every way.
And hey, you know I'm not religious,
And I won't find your needs suspicious,
Because who alive can possibly tell me, right the fuck now, that they're not even just a little gay?
(Don't lie to me...)
Oh, to be a fuckin split within your jeans!
Cause Id be riding your thighs, through the night, if you know what I mean?
I'm like a cat caught in the sprinklers at night,
Because I'm dripping fuckin wet,
And you know my leg muscles are tight.
(I'm a cunning linguist, ha)
If I said you had a beautiful body,
Would you hold it against me?
And if I ever said the opposite,
Would you fuckin detest me?
If I ever shouted fuck the cops,
Would you fuckin arrest me?
And if I said that you give real nice hugs,
Would you hold and caress me?
And if I said that you have real nice jugs,
Would you show them to me?
(Hell yeah! Thank you ma'am)
I'm like your morning coffee,
Because I get you up early,
And it's awful fucking hard to ignore,
I'm like a fuckin birch tree,
Because my wood is kinda spotty,
And the patterns get the ladies galore.
(Bitches love my wood, what can I say?)