Turgid jugs, turgid jugs; burst--the teats unbound (4x)

CORPUS CHORUS
Burst the teats, unbound,
You can hear the pair comin',
If they conk your crown,
Jugs can give a concussion;
Hope they clear you.

Oh, your mounts sure are pretty;
Your violet chintz print they're gonna split, these titties.
Your massive mammalian lactaters were latched in,
You surmised, but now they are missin' in action, so
Olé, au lait!

Boobs-splayer, splay those boobs,
Now that Buestenhalter has busted off.
Though you're still a maid. . . like milk-filled MILF stout tits,
I would love to lip-rim 'em, whipped out for mouth fit.
And when nips git hard, pasties-like. . .pasted on,
My pursed sip-lactation-drippin's lips glom 'em, latched, leche-latched!
Where I want to buss the body,
To go for the jugular, so to speak.
I'd fail to speak--lips sated, great gourds within 'em.
With a big tit for Tad--and Thaddeus goes, "Yum!" yeah.
(Thaddeus ex mammina)

Burst the teats, unbound,
You can hear the pair rumblin'.
You're mouthin' the mounds
Jugs that out come a-tumblin'--
Lungs a-leapin'.

Turgid jugs, turgid jugs; burst--the teats unbound (4x)

Burst the teats, unbound,
And you cheer the pair luscious.
In mouth's moat they're found. . .
Buesten-halt your pertussis--
Don't need clear tubes.