For our dear little sister we moan;
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
Her milkshake’s yet to bring
boys to the yard with a ring.
Til then we’ll see they leave her alone.
For our dear little sister we moan;
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
In an emergency
we’d pay for surgery,
but she prefers her melons home grown.
For our dear little
sister we moan;
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
Without any knockers
we must ask the doctors,
“Can we help her with some silicone?”
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
Without any knockers
we must ask the doctors,
“Can we help her with some silicone?”
For our dear little
sister we moan;
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
One day soon her jubblies
will be oh so lovely,
until then this is a jug free zone.
she’s not developed breasts of her own.
One day soon her jubblies
will be oh so lovely,
until then this is a jug free zone.
Song of Solomon 8: 8
Hilarious man! Nice composition ;-)
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