If groping you is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
He’s gro-pin’ you uh-paaaaahhhhht,
Ooo-e-ver-y DAY-ee-yay-ee-YAY
He’s…gropin’ you uh-paaaahhhht.
Oh girl, what can I grope,
He’s gropin’ you uh-paaaahhhht.
(later)
He’ll be gropin’, he’ll gropin’, he’ll be gro-hoo-woh-wuh-pin, a-nuh-uh-thuuuuuuuuuuuhhh.
Why do birds fall down from the sky,
Every time you walk by,
Just like me
They want to be,
Groping you.
Gropin’…on a Sunday Afternoon.
Doin’…anyone we want to do.
I can’t imagine anything that’s better…
That’s all I got.
Lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I groped away
It’s more than a feel-up
When I see my Marianne, groping away
Grope, grope, grope
Grope, grope, grope
Grope your boobies.
Grope your bootie.
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed in the crowd.
He put his hand down my pants and I couldn’t cry out loud.
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on…
Strumming my flesh with his fingers,
Sharing it on his smartphone,
Groping me softly on the bus,
Groping me softly on the bus,
All through the whole ride, was his hand,
Groping me softly, on the bus.
/(Damn, this handbasket is getting crowded…)
For the old farts like me amongst us: The Maguire Sisters
Gropin’ in the morning
Gropin’ in the evening
Gropin’ at suppertime
Be my little honey
I’ll grope you all the time
Maria
I just groped a girl named Maria…
Groping me, groping you.
There is nothing we can do.
HA
I wanted to do I Will Always Grope You but I can’t figure out how to type it like Whitney sang it.
Perhaps darker than other entries, but:
*Oh, say can you grope
By a bedroom night-light
What so proudly we caught
By a lock on that room’s door?
Whose great fear (and whose clothes)
Through our perilous fight
O’er the full bed we groped
And so gallantly laughed at.
And the girl’s vain choked screams
Cut off well by my hand,
Gave proof through the night
That we bros own this land.
O say does that right-to-grope still triumph and still prevail
O’er elites above the law, who will shout ‘to Trump: Hail!’*
If you want it,
Here it is,
Come and grope it,
But you better hurry cause it’s groping fast…
Courtesy of my honey:
Now Grope It!
Into Shape!
Shape it up
Get straight
Go forward
Move ahead
Try to detect it
It’s not too late
To grope it!
Grope it good
We will we will grope you
I go out groping - after midnight…
Don’t earworm threads belong in Cafe Society?
Courtesy of my amused yet horrified 14 year old…
“Oh I… want to grope and feel all night.
And Beach week every day”
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Grope-a-dee do dah,
Grope-a-dee ay
My oh my what beautiful day
Plenty of groping coming my way
Grope-a-dee do dah,
Grope-a-dee-ay.