(Intro)
Here to tell you a story about why I have those backdoor blues.
It goes like this...
Standing here in the dark
No light in sight
Back door locked
Can't open it no matter how hard I fight
I'm gonna get in someday
But it don't look like it's gonna be tonight
She says it's too tight
She says it ain't right
I say it'll be alright
But for me... No butthole in sight
So please just bend it over and grease it up
I'll be there before you blink
Cuz I want the brown and not the pink
You still push me away and twist your hips
I say " I'm tired of those other lips"
" Let me squeeze in your forbidden hole"
" Just breathe and relax your core"
I'll take it slow
You'll ask for more
I'm getting those backdoor blues
And you know you have the cure
I'll lube and I'll spit if that's what you need me to use
But please put an end to my backdoor blues...
Your backdoor hole,
That's the one I choose..