Dudes keep starin' at my second story;
Plump things they call "jugs" jut from chest.
They're undressin' me, optically undressin',
And I think they'd like to be pettin' each breast.

These boobs are made for gawkin',
And that's just what dudes do,
Stunned in a daze. These boobs are gorgeous D's and 52.

They keep spyin', thinkin' a doc did shoot in
Saline solution that from needles did jet.
They're amazin'; that's why these guys are gazin'.
They're quite a sight, and eyes shine bright, you bet!

These boobs are made for gawkin',
And that's just what dudes do,
Dumbfounded, dazed. These boobs are gargantuan, 52.

They keep splayin'; they're so big they won't stay in.
Can't blame the blinkin', 'cause my bra I have burned, torched!
My jugs boggle the man-view look--they're matchless, yeah.
And toward my nose those peaks like Pike's are turned.

These boobs are made for gawkin',
And that's just what dudes do,
Dumbfounded, dazed, these dudes are gonna gawk all over two.

Are you ready, dudes? Start gawkin'!