| The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
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| That’s what I said
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| The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
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| Or so I have read
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| My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
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| I’d like to sink her with my pink torpedo
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| Big bottom, big bottom
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| Talk about bum cakes, my girl’s got 'em
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| Big bottom drive me out of my mind
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| How could I leave this behind?
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| I met her on Monday, 'twas my lucky bun day
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| You know what I mean
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| I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day
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| You know what I mean
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| My love gun’s loaded and she’s in my sights
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| Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah
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| Big bottom, big bottom
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| Talk about mud flaps, my girl’s got 'em
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| Big bottom drive me out of my mind
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| How could I leave this behind?
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| My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
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| I’d like to sink her with my pink torpedo
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| Big bottom, big bottom
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| Talk about bum cakes, my girl’s got 'em
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| Big bottom drive me out of my mind
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| How could I leave this behind? |