| Tits |
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| What is the best thing about me |
| My cute smile or my personality |
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| Now let me think... |
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| Tits, tits, I love your heaving chest |
| Tits, tits, That's what I love the best |
| I couldn't tell you why |
| but they always catch my eye |
| I love your tits, tits, tits |
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| What then really does it for you |
| My dress sense or my snazzy hair-do |
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| Now let me think... |
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| Tits, tits, I love your massive jugs |
| Tits, tits, don't bother with the hugs |
| Put on a bosom show |
| And then watch my willy grow |
| I love your tits, tits, tits |
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| Oooo look at them jubblies |
| Oooo they're beautiful |
| I just wanna grab 'em and go, burrhrhhhrhrh |
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| Tits, tits, they're wobbly and they're round |
| Tits, tits, they're bouncing up and down |
| So rub them up with oil |
| And bring me to the boil |
| I love your tits, tits, tits |
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| Tits, tits, they're snuggled in your bra |
| Tits, tits, best part of your by far |
| Your cleavage draws a crowd |
| And they're making me stand proud |
| I love your tits, tits, tits |
