Tatas

let me tell you ‘bout the curves that I crave,

From the A cups to the D’s, man, I’m feeling brave.

Tatas, knockers, jugs, and melons,

Bouncing to the beat, got my heart steady swelling.

Boobies, breasts, bazookas on the rise,

Got me mesmerized, oh, those lovely skies.

Put ‘em up, put ‘em up, just give me a taste,

Big ones, small ones, let’s not waste.

Titties, fun bags, or call ‘em the twins,

In this vibe tonight, where the party begins.

Cleavage, honkers, and the lovely pair,

All shapes and sizes, I don’t really care.

Cup sizes ranging from petite to the queen,

Every single one’s a beautiful scene.

From the pudding cups to the ripe fruit,

On the floor, feel that groove take root.

Put ‘em up, put ‘em up, just give me a taste,

Big ones, small ones, let’s not waste. Titties, fun bags, or call ‘em the twins,

In this vibe tonight, where the party begins.

Bounce to the beat, let the rhythm ignite,

Celebrate those shapes, it’s a beautiful sight.

Sisters, ladies, and the curves they embrace,

In this crazy world, let’s put love in the space.

Put ‘em up, put ‘em up, just give me a taste,

Big ones, small ones, let’s not waste.

Titties, fun bags, or call ‘em the twins,

In this vibe tonight, where the party begins.

So raise your hands high, let the music play,

Celebrate those curves, in a loving way.

Tatas, jugs, whatever you say,

In this life tonight, we’re here to stay!