Banging on the Interstare

Cruising down the highway, with my hubby at the wheel.

Baggy pants, no panties, hot and wet is how I feel.

Flicking my bean with my finger, hell yeah you know the deal.

Reach for my wand, turn it on, now this is getting real.

Put my feet up on the dash, he is driving really fast.

We pull over on the shoulder, so he can tap that ass.

Blacked out windows on each side, jump in back so I can ride.

We're banging on the interstate, we too horny to hide.

We're bangin on the interstate.

If you see the beemer rockin.

We're bangin on the interstate.

Don't ya bother to come knockin.

We're bangin on the interstate.

The rubber neckers want to see.

I am THE HORNY QUEEN BEE!

He is pumping and bangin, up in my honey pot.

Leather seats are all covered, in my gooey honey SNOT!

Blue and red lights now, state trooper creepin on our six.

Put away my hot pocket, he puts away his stick.

Window down and playing dumb, like we don't know a thang.

But the trooper isn't dumb, he knows we're here to bang.

As he writes the ticket I say check out the show.

Drop my top, let them pop, he says YOUR FREE TO GO!

We're bangin on the interstate.

If you see the beemer rockin.

We're bangin on the interstate.

Don't ya bother to come knockin.

We're bangin on the interstate.

The rubber neckers want to see.

I am THE HORNY QUEEN BEE!