Watch out
You might get yourself lifted
Cool boobies
Heaving with that cleavage
I'm an ordinary guy
Staring down the blouse

Look right, try not to blow your cover
Up tight, she must be wearing leather
What a bod, I got to say
Staring down the blouse

Want to lick it, they don't sag, think of humpin', oh, my Lord
So much lactation is near
Close enough, in front so far, like to drive them like a car
Fight desire, on fire

All wet
Hey, I might need a Kleenex
Look down
She's talking, I don't hear it
Someday they'll hang down to her knees
Staring down the blouse

I will look right at her face, but I'm still thinkin' "bout that shelf
Gonads ruling my space
Nipples doing all the work, baby, must be cold in here
Gonna burst through the silk

That blouse
S'out of the ordinary
That's tight
Just want to see that body
Two things sure can sweep me off my feet
Staring down the blouse

No visible means of support, and how I'd wish she'd let me pet
Everything goes together
I don't know what to expect, but I sure love that double set
Fight desire, on fire