SWEET LITTLE SELFSHOOTER

You got a camera for Christmas
and a new pair of tits
and a Barbie brazilian
that shows all your bits.
You’re lookin’ good now –
don’t you know it –
there’s a wide world of creeps
to whom you can show it.

Sweet little selfshooter,
right here on my computer,
with no hair on your cooter,
you couldn’t look any cuter.
Suburban cutie,
it’s your duty
to show me your booty.

Your messy attic bedroom
is a chamber of joys,
posing with your stuffed animals
and your vibrating toys.
Now you’re in the bathroom,
so don’t be long –
pose on the toilet
and pull down your thong.

Sweet little selfshooter,
right here on my computer,
with no hair on your cooter,
you couldn’t look any cuter.
Suburban cutie,
it’s your duty
to show me your booty.

Send the pics to your boyfriend
’cause you wanna hump him,
but he’s gonna upload them
the moment after you dump him.
They’ll all be on a website
where they can be seen
by creepy old losers
and you’ll stay 17.

Sweet little selfshooter,
right here on my computer,
with no hair on your cooter,
you couldn’t look any cuter.
Suburban cutie,
it’s my duty
to look at your booty.

© 2011 Steve Fitch
Published by My Music by Me Music (BMI)