Rim Job

Kim Petras

Are you ready?
Ready for a rim job?
Are you ready?
Ready for a rim job?

Don't be shy, I can see it in your eyes
Just relax, throw your legs up in the sky
Don't act surprised when I'm kissin' on your thighs
He was a virgin, now he want it all the time

Licky, licky, that's the spot
Berry, cherry, cherry pop
Bottom to the tippy top
Got him, he can't never stop

Are you ready? (I'm ready)
Ready for a rim job?
Are you ready? (I'm ready)
Ready for a rim job?
Are you ready? (I'm ready)
Ready for a rim job?
Everybody's doin' it
Are you ready? (I'm ready)
Ready for a rim job?
I know you're gonna love it

He sing a ballad while I'm tossin' his salad
I know the chalice, I'm the queen of the palace
Touchin' his phallus, now he horny like a rabbit
He wasn't sure, now he makin' it a habit

(Love it, love it, love it)
(Love it, love it, love it)
(Love it, love it, love it)
(Love it, love it, love it)
(Love it, love it, love it)

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