(Sung to the tune of Winter Wonderland)
Sleigh bells ring, the season’s merry,
You don’t want, to pop your cherry,
Though you don’t want to lay,
We can frolic and play,
Walking with my pecker in your hand.
On the tip, it’s a glistening,
Look at me, you need to listen,
Grip it just right,
Please not too tight,
Walking with my pecker in your hand.
In the meadow I can pet your kitty,
Then I’ll suggest that maybe you go down,
You’ll look me in the eyes and say no man,
Unless I’m willing to kiss your fuzzy mound.
Oh god, it’s getting dire,
My cock feels, like it’s on fire,
Should’ve used some KY,
Spit or tears from your eye,
Walking with my pecker in your hand.
Maybe you can show me a titty,
We both know you’re so well endowed,
You can tell me you’re still a virgin,
I’ll do my best not to laugh out loud.
Look now, my hips are bucking,
And my dick, he’s up chucking,
Oh what a mess, right on your new dress,
Walking with my pecker in your hand.