A cute and perky sophomore girl
The blonde girl on the roster
A dainty lil' five foot three
Wears her hair like Jodie Foster
Dimpled, cheerful, dancing eyes...
Nineteen year-old petite
Comfy-cuffed to the dorm room bunk
With cutesy size-six feet
Brand new bright white sportsgirl socks
Flimsy-thin across the soles
Keep footsies cool for a fitness run
Or fondling finger strolls
She's in skimpy lil' shortie-shorts
And a t-shirt way too tight
Escape's a hope that's just unreal
And he traces soft and light
He loves the way her footsies flinch
As they try to get away
But the more she fights the footsie-fun
The more he wants to play
Effortless, it is you know, an easy slow caress
Footsie-fondling fingertips lilting light and lazy
Gliding 'round her tickle-socks
They drive our teenie CRAZY!
There's a tremble 'bout her lower lip
Her elfin dimples quake
She tries to the damn the giggling
But it's more than she take
Footsies flailing frantically...
"Why you're not ticklish at all."
He taunts his little tickle-teen
"First time I hear a giggle, girl, these footsies get the crawl."
Slide and glide and a tender touch...
Oh, what could our tickle-teenie do?
The giggles bubbled up and burst out loud and happy
Coochie
coochie
coo
Time for tickles proper!
She's a lil' jumpin' bean
And he's startin' up the hopper!
Wriggle, squiggle, spider-claws
If sexy = ticklish, this teen's a lil' scorcher!
If only she'd not caught the fiendish eye
Of Mr. Tickle-Torture...
Giggles, giggles, silent scream
But he tickles her in volleys
Gets her 'til she's tickle-weak
Then pauses-up the jollies
So it's off and on like a giggle-switch
With the motion of his fingers
And even in those lil' breaks
The tickle torture lingers
The blonde girl on the roster
A dainty lil' five foot three
Wears her hair like Jodie Foster
Dimpled, cheerful, dancing eyes...
Nineteen year-old petite
Comfy-cuffed to the dorm room bunk
With cutesy size-six feet
Brand new bright white sportsgirl socks
Flimsy-thin across the soles
Keep footsies cool for a fitness run
Or fondling finger strolls
She's in skimpy lil' shortie-shorts
And a t-shirt way too tight
Escape's a hope that's just unreal
And he traces soft and light
He loves the way her footsies flinch
As they try to get away
But the more she fights the footsie-fun
The more he wants to play
Effortless, it is you know, an easy slow caress
Footsie-fondling fingertips lilting light and lazy
Gliding 'round her tickle-socks
They drive our teenie CRAZY!
There's a tremble 'bout her lower lip
Her elfin dimples quake
She tries to the damn the giggling
But it's more than she take
Footsies flailing frantically...
"Why you're not ticklish at all."
He taunts his little tickle-teen
"First time I hear a giggle, girl, these footsies get the crawl."
Slide and glide and a tender touch...
Oh, what could our tickle-teenie do?
The giggles bubbled up and burst out loud and happy
Coochie
coochie
coo
Time for tickles proper!
She's a lil' jumpin' bean
And he's startin' up the hopper!
Wriggle, squiggle, spider-claws
If sexy = ticklish, this teen's a lil' scorcher!
If only she'd not caught the fiendish eye
Of Mr. Tickle-Torture...
Giggles, giggles, silent scream
But he tickles her in volleys
Gets her 'til she's tickle-weak
Then pauses-up the jollies
So it's off and on like a giggle-switch
With the motion of his fingers
And even in those lil' breaks
The tickle torture lingers
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