Nerf Titties

He sees tittties that aren't saggin' and they give him a woody.
(Nerf titties! Here he comes!)
He don't care about a cherry or about gettin' booty.
(Nerf titties! Here he comes!)
Don't care about the backseat or what's down below,
Long as he gets his hands on those foam pillows.

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And he loves those nerf titties—always two, not one.
Latex foam, those nerf titties, like cinnamon buns.
Yeah, he loves those nerf titties—always two, not one.
Soft latex foam, those nerf titties, like cinnamon buns.

These latex proxies never droop; in humid weather they're billowin'.
(Nerf titties! Here he comes!)
You know, the more there is nerf in means the more his part is growin'.
(Nerf titties! Here he comes!)
Two swingin' "cinnamon buns" are gettin' him high,
And underneath the latex—two winkin' eyes.

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And if his woody goes down, it means that he's feelin' nerfless.
(Nerf titties! Here he comes!)
He'll hitch a ride to the foam store and look for some surplus.
(Nerf titties! Here he comes!)
And when he's made some nerf titties, he'll say, "Where is my girl?"
If he can't find her, he'll settle for vinyl.

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