My sex doll lives up in the attic
Got a mind of it's own but I don't panic
She's a good girl, don't I know
My sex doll lives up in the attic
I tie her up, but she's asthmatic
She might asphyxiate in your sex games
She loves to be pissed on and to feel the burn
The smell of ammonia she doth yearn
She is my sex doll (woah, woah, woah)
And I love her (woah, woah, woah)
She is my sex doll (woah, woah, woah)
There is no other (woah, woah, woah)
Woah, yeah
My sex doll lives up in the attic
She comes from China but she looks Hispanic
It's what was specified on the order form
My sex doll lives up in the attic
When I touch her flash she doesn't feel like plastic
She fucking fooled us all - we never checked her pulse
She loves to be fondled and treated firm
Giving plenty of pleasure in return
She is my sex doll (woah, woah, woah)
And I love her (woah, woah, woah)
She is my sex doll (woah, woah, woah)
There is no other (woah, woah, woah)
Woah, yeah
She loves to be fisted until I adjourn
She is consenting so no need for concern
She is my sex doll (woah, woah, woah)
And I love her (woah, woah, woah)
She is my sex doll (woah, woah, woah)
There is no other (woah, woah, woah)
Release notes:
All words & music by Tico Jnr
A flaccid Tico tells:
A belter. Written during my The Muscles From Bretton sessions, I decided this number had to be a complex duet with my country cousin, Bri. I don't think he really got what was required when recording this ditty until I took him up to my attic - the following vocal take was magical. His mind and eyes had been opened. Indeed.
Bri Jnr.:
Too busy breaking biscuits.
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