I had a dream, that I’d be proud,
that one day I would be de-prowed.

Eschew Bruce, eschew Bruce! [2x]

That wretched gland would go “bye-bye”!
What’s left’s a mons with skin stretched tight.

Eschew Bruce, adieu Bruce! [2x]

I’m never gonna look back,
’cause it’s now, and I’ve given it up.
Casus Belley [sic]: frau, wow!

Dude no more!
Eschew Bruce, de-spruce Bruce!
This is gonna be the breasts day of my life,
my li-i-i-ife.
Eschew Bruce, adieu dude—
this is gonna be the breasts day of my life,
my li-i-i-ife.

I’ve cowls made of derm-distend,
and then they pump silicone in.
Eschew Bruce, huge new ’tude [2x]
On “Fair”’s cover: glamorous me;
I’m shipping new grand mammaries!
Beauts. . . . [2x]

I’m severed, got a nook-crack;
that old prow: I have given it up.
And just look at me now!

Cute. . . .

I’m cleared of balling; prowed guy sliced, winnowed;
annealed is that new hole (whole).
My “javelin” hurled from sight. . .
threw it to the trash site.
I’m now on cooze control.

Cooze. . . .

This is gonna be the breasts day of my life,
my li-i-i-ife.
’schew Bruce dude, huge new boobs—
this is gonna be the breasts day of my life,
my li-i-i-ife.

Tits! A “mamma” me. Tits to mount on me. Stripped, my manhood flees.
Those breasts are gazing-nice!

Look at how they’re pouting up! Breasts are pouting up, wow!
Tits on “Vanity”: these breasts shoulda been on “Life,”
lost “Li-i-i-ife”.