You Know Where It’s Going

You know where it’s going,

When I lick my finger and look at you.

You know where it’s going,

When I beckon you over to do what I want do.

You know where it’s going,

When I turn you around.

You know where it’s going,

When I pull your panties down.

You know where it’s going,

When I bend you and see the site.

You know where it’s going,

When that finger slips inside.