| Coconut Cooch [Dedicated to Julie Cox] My hand drips with the scent from your lips. Pushing the fire, higher and higher. Two toned tips, waiting to take a sip. Tonguing the tire, insider and insider. Drinkin� the milk from her coconut, She�s got what makes my hands smell like coconut cooch. Coconut cooch. I�m petting the pooch. Coconut cooch. My hand dips into the part between your hips. Flicking the bean, harder and harder. Two long nips, waiting to take some lip. Biting your neck, sucking and sucking. Climbin� the Palm Tree in the forest. It�s got that fruit I can�t live without. That coconut cooch. Coconut cooch. I�m netting gouch. Coconut cooch. Parting the leaves at the top, I�m doing some pickin�. In the hot wet sand, I�ve ventured across the land, with this winnin� hand, for some of your.... Drinkin� the milk from your coconut. You�ve got what makes my hands smell like coconut cooch. Coconut cooch. I�m letting it loose. Coconut cooch. |