I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme
I want it to speak of your virtue Sing praise to your stature and poise I want it to capture your beauty The soul that's alive in your voice
I want it to tell of your wisdom How the courage within your heart soars But all I can think of is how I be lovin' Them big, big, big titties of yours
Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things
They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz band They stand up like a rock-solid alibi They don't even fit in my hand
They curve like a pitch in the big leagues They burn with a passion so hot And that is the reason I can't wait to squeeze 'em Them big, big, big titties you got
Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love's in the air Oh, Hallelujah Oh, what a pair
Oh I need to kneed them like sculptors kneed clay They dance in my dreams in a graceful ballet I'll kiss them so sweetly goodnight at the end of the day
They're firm like a John Grisham novel They swell like a wave in the sea No matter what part of the room that I'm in They're always looking at me
They're soft like the cheek of a baby They're sweet like the honey of bees I'll never ignore them, I'll even adore them Someday when they're touching your knees
Oh, Hallelujah Oh, what a rack Oh, Hallelujah Oh, hurt your back
Oh, Hallelujah Oh, on my knees Oh, Hallelujah Oh, double d's
Oh, Hallelujah Oh, glory be Oh, Hallelujah Oh, set them freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
