Ron Wood - F.U.C. Her lyrics

Let me tell you 'bout someone who's no pleasure to meet You wouldn't offer her a back seat Just 'cause her father's a vicar who is full of pulpit There is no one sicker, spells S.H. one T. Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot A night time slicker, an A.R.S. licker A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer Her C.U.M. really do you in So don't you try to F.U.C. her If I wouldn't touch her with mine Well she went to California, turned everybody off Sure has a nice way of F'ing things up She used to make all the guys cream In her ice blue jeans and a jar of Vaseline Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot A night time slicker, an A.R.S. licker, A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer Her C.U.N. really do you in That's what I say F.U. try this for size So her destiny lies now in the pit of fate One of those strange people you just love to hate She is S.I.C., she is deranged Even her poor old banker was short changed She looks real cute when she puts in the boot A night time slicker, an A.R.S. licker, A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer Her C.U.N. really do you in So don't you try to F.U.C. her If I wouldn't touch her with mine Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot A night time slicker, an A.R.S. licker A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer Her C.U.N. really do you in So don't you try to F.U.C. her If I wouldn't touch her with mine So don't you try to F.U.C. her If I wouldn't touch her with mine If you wanna risk F.U.C. her, try this for size