Lyrics:
M.I.L.F.
Well, you’re all grown up - not a schoolgirl playin’ for fun
I’m your Dustin Hoffman, you’re my Mrs. Robinson
You’ve got a woman’s touch and experienced fingertips
I want to get in between those child-bearing hips
You’re my stay-at-home-queenie
My personal “I Dream of Genie”
Chorus:
My M.I.L.F.
You’re all mine
I will deliver your mail - I’ll come ‘a knockin’ at your back door
I wanna push my shopping cart through your grocery store
I can help with the dishes, or you could polish my silver instead
So let’s hurry up and get your kids off to bed
So we can get down to it
‘Cuz I know how much you want to do it
Chorus:
My M.I.L.F.
You’re all mine
Let’s hear it for the women who make life worth livin’!