I was walking down the street when I
couldn’t be mistaken by
the nicest fruits I’ve seen
without falling from a tree
I said I couldn’t be serious
it almost made me delirious
how pretty and petite
so disproportionate
And I know that, and it makes me sad
she should never be alone
and I know that, she should show me those
whenever she wants
they looked like this:
Tits on a stick
you could never forgive
those mountains on your chest is where I want to live
those can’t be real, you should never conceal
those fleshes of skin, are the gateways to sin
I was walking down the street when I
couldn’t seem to reason why
she was not happy, maybe she wanted to be with me
there was no way she could hide her chest
maybe I was put to test
I think I deserve a B(-)
cause I was looking
Mom told me, don’t you look at these
but I could never turn them down
and when she looked at me and I could not see
because her face was blocked by melons
they looked like this:
Tits on a stick
you could never forgive
those mountains on your chest is where I want to live
those can’t be real, you should never conceal
those fleshes of skin, are the gateways to sin
Mom told me, don’t you look at these
but I could never turn them down
and when she looked at me and I could not see
because her face was blocked by melons
they looked like this:
Tits on a stick
you could never forgive
those mountains on your chest is where I want to live
those can’t be real, you should never conceal
those fleshes of skin, are the gateways to sin
(repeat chorus)
Show me your tits
and I’ll never forget
everything except your name and I promise
you’ll never see what we could be
unless you take your shirt off and show me please
© Geoff Davis 2010
