Lyrics

Intro – Her voice, sweet and sultry with a drawl]
“Y’all call me names…
But when the sun goes down, I’m their buffet, baby.
Five flavors, one dish.
You better bring a bib.”

[Verse 1]
I’m that big girl in the corner lot,
Double-wide dreams and a body so hot.
Boys talk trash when they drivin’ by—
But when the moon comes up, they all stop by.

I got stretch marks like a road map to heaven,
And five hard boys showin’ up at eleven.
Panties on the doorknob, tongues in a twist—
Ain’t nobody leavin’ till they all been kissed.

[Chorus]
‘Cause thick girls taste better, honey, that’s a fact,
I ride ‘em hard and never look back.
Five guys deep and a cream pie flood,
I’m the queen of this park and I bathe in stud.
Mmm-hmm… thick girls serve love and mud.

[Verse 2]
I don’t need lace, I don’t need pearls—
Just gimme a six-pack and a line of good girls.
But last night, baby? I went full buffet—
Five boys in line and I made ’em all stay.

One on my lips, one grippin’ my thighs,
One beggin’ “Miss, can I get a slice?”
You can call me trailer trash, low-class whore,
But your daddy came back beggin’ for more.

[Chorus]
Thick girls taste better—don’t act surprised,
I served cream pie with a side of thighs.
That trailer shook like the Fourth of July,
Boys left stumblin’, shootin’ off high.
Yeah, I’m thick, wild, and certified.

[Bridge – whispered like a confession, over creaking sounds]
“Don’t need no roses, no dinner or wine…
Just five dirty mouths and a real good time.
You want dessert?
You better earn that bite.
This thick girl don’t fuck polite.”

[Final Chorus – pure swagger, beat drops filthy]
Thick girls taste better—tattooed truth,
Ask the preacher’s son and his summer youth.
They came, they saw, they licked the plate,
And I moaned so loud I sealed their fate.
Mmm, baby…
Cream pie queen, don’t need no date.

[Outro – she lights a cigarette, exhales slow]
“Five guys.
One night.
And not one complaint.”
[beat fades out under trailer door slam and moan]