| I want to write you a poem
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| That stands the test of all time
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| A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note
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| With meter and rythym and rhyme
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| I want it to speak of your virtue
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| Sing praise to your stature and poise
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| I want it to capture your beauty
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| The soul that’s alive in your voice
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| I want it to tell of your wisdom
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| How the courage within your heart soars
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| But all I can think of is how I be lovin'
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| Them big, big, big titties of yours
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, how my heart sings
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, love those things
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| They bounce like a kid on a trampoline
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| They swing like a 40's jazz band
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| They stand up like a rock-solid alibi
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| They don’t even fit in my hand
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| They curve like a pitch in the big leagues
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| They burn with a passion so hot
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| And that is the reason I can’t wait to squeeze 'em
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| Them big, big, big titties you’ve got
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, love’s in the air
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, what a pair
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| Oh I need to kneed them like sculptors kneed clay
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| They dance in my dreams in a graceful ballet
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| I’ll kiss them so sweetly goodnight at the end of the day
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| They’re firm like a John Grisham novel
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| They swell like a wave in the sea
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| No matter what part of the room that I’m in
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| They’re always looking at me
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| They’re soft like the cheek of a baby
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| They’re sweet like the honey of bees
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| I’ll never ignore them, I’ll even adore them
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| Someday when they’re touching your knees
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, what a rack
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, hurt your back
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, on my knees
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, double d’s
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, glory be
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| Oh, Hallelujah
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| Oh, set them free |