I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs Dense like dying stars, I got them Heavy boobs, heavy boobs I can't run real far
Let me break down what I just said Each of my double Ds Has the volume of a toddler's head Not bitchin' 'bout my boobies They look super fly in shirts But if I swung them in your face You'd be like, oh, my God, that hurts
I'm blind, holy crap I literally can't see I have permanent retinal damage I'm suing you and your heavy boobies
Heavy boobs, heavy boobs Dense like dying stars I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs They each have their own memoirs
What you gotta know is that Boobs may be where it's at But if you cut them open They're just sacks of yellow fat
Stuff falls into my bra It's a little bit of a drag But when I go to bed at night It's like opening a Mary Poppins bag
Whee, candy and pennies!
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs Dense like dying stars I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs Don't need an air bag in my car
Here is a list of all of the objects That I can hold under my boobs Stapler, ten pencils Paperback copy of Arabian Nights Dog bone, remote control Hardback copy of Wuthering Heights
See, when a star is dying, it transforms into a red giant. And if the red giant does not have enough mass to fuse carbon, an inert mass of carbon and oxygen builds up in the center, transforming into a dense white dwarf.
And yeah, like, that's my boobs. That's... that's what my boobs are like.
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs Dense like a white dwarf I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs They'd be a catch at Fisherman's Wharf
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs Don't ever forget that These heavy boobs, heavy boobs Are just sacks of yellow fat Like the stuffing of a couch They're just sacks of yellow fat Technically meant to feed a baby They're just sacks of yellow fat.
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