| She’ll have another piece of pie
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| She’ll have a double reuben rye
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| She works hard at eating well
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| That’s why I love her
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| She’s got a couple of pony kegs
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| Her arms are bigger than my legs
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| And when she holds me I can’t breathe
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| That’s why I love her
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| Yeah I’m her butter she’s my bread
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| She’s like mobile waterbed
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| And when I get on top of her
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| I can’t touch the mattress
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| And when her flesh begins to sag
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| She’s like a human sleeping bag
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| I feel so cozy safe and warm
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| She’s my insulation
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| I always know just where she sat
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| And when she’s on me I get flat
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| Some broken ribs a punctured lung
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| That’s why I love her
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| She’s my filly, I’m her stud
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| Her bean is bigger than my pud
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| It’s like feeding a tic-tac to a whale
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| That’s why I love her
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| She’ll have another piece of pie
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| She’ll have a double reuben rye
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| She works hard at eating well
|
| That’s why I love her
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| She’s got a couple of pony kegs
|
| Her arms are bigger than my legs
|
| And when she holds me I can’t breathe
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| That’s why I love her
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| Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
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| Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
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| Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
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| That’s why I love her |