whistle Now ladies and gentlemen I wanna sing you a song
About my mate called Sam
Now Sam is a bloke that I've known for years
We've been friends for ages and shared a loads of beers
But all that's on is mind is filth
He's always thinking about a thing called M.I.L.F
A thing called M.I.L.F
It's that time of day and he mustn't be late
The mom's awaiting at the schoolgate
Half past three on the dot
What's the time it's M.I.L.F-O'clock

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