You've hooters googly-eyed tit lust,
It's the breast sight you revere.
You don't know if they will show,
But dropped D cups you'll cheer.

You've got hooters googly tit lust
And when you gawk for a teat,
Those belle globes held under robes
When unleashed are a treat.

Oh how the nipples grow
In a chilling breeze.
You would palpate these two,
Kiss and give a squeeze.

You've hooters googly-eyed tit lust;
Their encasement's what you fear.
Oh those boobers! Handsome hooters
Boost googly guys who leer.