Jesus H. Christ and the 4 Hornsmen of the Apocalypse
NIPPLES
It’s summerSo you can see my nipplesYes, it’s summerNipples, nipples, nipplesIn the summerN-n-n-na-na-na-naMelons…Who can concentrate with all these boobies in our faces?Can I babysit your twins?KnockersExcuse me mademoiselleI guess that I was staringI can’t look you in the eye.Hooters…Bouncing, shaking, heavingNecklace moving when you’re breathing.Shimmying, shaking, swaying, sweatingI can see your heart beatingI guess she will never drown with those torpedosShe jumps rope and gets black eyes.It’s summer. So you can see my nipples, yes it’s summer.It’s summer so we can see your nipples.Yes it’s summer.
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