Scotch On Ice Songtext / Lyric

She down on my socks

Getting ice for my scotch

Never bending my ear

Just chilling my beers



She don't say much

She's cold to the touch

Sometimes it's rough

With her handcuffs and stuff



She likes what I got

She takes what I give her

She feels so real

Just don't look into her eyes



If I come home late

The love is still great

Doesn't follow the trends

[Incomprehensible], how she bends



She likes it on top

Little cream, a lil' crop

And it's getting better






She likes what I got

Takes what I give her

She feels so real

Just don't look into her eyes



Oh, you give me so much pleasure

Oh, I wish you were alive

Oh, it gives me so much pleasure

Oh, it makes me feel alive



She likes what I got

Takes what I give her

She feels so real

Just don't look into her eyes



Oh, you give me so much pleasure

Oh, I wish you were alive

Oh, it gives me so much pleasure

Oh, it makes me feel alive



She comes in a box

My own private fox

She's pretty in pink

She cleans in the sink



She don't say much

She's cold to the touch

Doesn't complain

Travel to Spain



She likes it rough

With her handcuffs and stuff

She comes up tough

There's a cream on the crop



She's passing my socks

Getting ice for my scotch

Never bending my ear

Just chilling my beers