F A O Sinead

[patrick]

Sinead, my darling, my feelings for you,
are like my fiat engine, sweet and true.

Your really know how to make my engine roar,
please Sinead, press my clutch some more.

Into your intake manifold, I'd love to dive,
bury myself right inside.

Your bodywork, I'd polish and shine,
please Sinead, say you'll be mine

 

[patrick]

F A O Sinead ( part two)

My sleep is ruined by restless dreams,
can Sinead be as good as she seems?
So eager, so willing, so wet, so wild,
this sensous convent edcucated child.

Curves all over and in the right place,
the ownwer of a beutifull place.
Hearing her giggle with an irish lilt,
as I press the sat button thats marked tilt.

The saets drop down, the windows steam up,
boy I feel a lucky pup.