When my girlfriend asks me of her nubble,
"Should I get breast surgery?"
I say, having kissed 'em, "Let t*t be"
And in my powerful hardness
She is standing nude in front of me
Does things to my system; Let t*t be

Let t*t be; let 'em be; let me see set of "B",
Don't need to assist 'em; let 'em be

And when the saline-hearted people
Proudly flaunt their "D" or "E":
Not exotic dancer? Let t*t be
Though cleavage may be parted, there is
Nothing there that interests me
Bigger spot for cancer; let 'em be

Sweater "B"; letter "B", better "B", pet her "B", yeah
Strong will to romance her; let her see

Let t*t be; get t*t, "B"; debtor fee: surgery
Lips just can't resist 'em; get her "B"

(interlude, playing one instrument and blowing on the other)

Let t*t be yet a "B"; see, a "B" is for me
Never have I dissed 'em; let t*t be

When other girls get rowdy,
There is still one sight that shines for me
Climb on until tomorrow; wet, it be
I wake up to the feel of throbbing
Eagerly, she comes to me
Knows that I have missed 'em, love 'em, "B"

Get 'em, "B", set 'em free; get on me, pet of "B"
Can't wait to de-pants her; get t*t, me

Get 'em, whee! Net 'em, we; Vet 'em, oui! We be "B"
Gently do I twist 'em; let t*t be!