Dr. Dooom - Girl Let Me Touch You lyrics

It's morning, 7 o'clock you at my clinic
It's me your orthopedic, gynecologyst
You looking pretty and fine
Go ahead blow my mind
Girl what's wrong come here
Let me take a look you say you got burnt
Your man should've wore a rubber
What type of partners you have
And who's your first lover
He never turned you around
Showed you doggystyle
We got some things in common, honey
Let's talk awhile did he lick you there?
Percolate your atmosphere?
I got a mask at home, boots
And some leather gear
How about me and you in black?
I'm hittin' from the back
Tail in my face, and all juicy, brown booty
I'm the master, rubber split's
Let me do my duty girl, let me touch you
Girl, let me touch you there
I wanna feel you
(Can ya tell me what's wrong?)
Girl, let me touch you there

Girl, let me touch you there
I wanna feel you
(Can ya tell me what's wrong?)
Girl, let me touch you there (Hey, baby)

Sipping Manischewitz smooth your
Cute drinking Hennessy
Jokin' 'bout two girls
Your friend double-teamin' me
I got the office closed
You ready for the pros
Suckers ain't no good
Sticking coke up in your nose
My style is wild at home
And on the kitchen table
Porno-flicks in stacks
Playboy on the TV cable
I'd rather sign my address
On your application you can call late nights
For lonely information
Where you come when it's boring?
A place where to go?
I want you in a two-piece, and freaky
For a private show
You got my number, address you know the rest

Girl, let me touch you there
I wanna feel you
(You can tell me what's wrong)
Girl, let me touch you there
Girl, let me touch you there
I wanna feel you
(You can tell me what's wrong)
Girl, let me touch you there

Only 18, bikini-body bad and mean
Do you have cards? In fact
I will take Medicaid
Your panties are wet take it easy
Don't sweat you want some birth-control? You
Could smoke a cigarette
Relax, lay back, your buns feel good to smack
You think you're pregnant your
Test show negative
I got a movie camera film that is positive
Turn around for me, girl, take a picture
This is the way with 24 flicks on Kodak
Them young boys ain't ready
So let me show them how to act
I put you in thongs and six-inch high shoes
You strut your stuff in latex
My strategy is rough "I'll get smooth "
"I'll get smooth "
"I'll get smooth and f " Mmm
" your whole head up"

Girl, let me touch you there
I wanna feel you
(You can tell me what's wrong)
Girl, let me touch you there
Girl, let me touch you there
I wanna feel you
(You can tell me what's wrong)
Girl, let me touch you there