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After done my daily drozen

I’m running straight back home

My hands are almost frozen

When I think bout what’s to come…

That gives me the creeps

I open up my wardrobe

And put my treasure on

It is my personal dope

Oh yeah, that turns me on!

That gives me the creeps

The sweat runs down my cheeks…

I feel like being mothered

In my black rubber pants

My body feels like covered

With thousand little ants

It’s got an all-around-zip

And a very special sheath

It just needs a smooth tip

To enfranchise the beast

That gives me the creeps

The sweat runs down my cheeks…

I feel like being mothered

In my black rubber pants

My body feels like covered

With thousand little ants

I never use to wash them

Inside there growing pants

Such a great emotion

I love my rubber pants!

Rubber on my cheeks — that give me the creeps!