Oh boobie, boobie.
Oh boobie, boobie,
My chest was supposed to grow,
My cleavage wasn't right, no.
My boobies, boobies,
My breasts are completely faux,
And now my sweater's tight, yeah.
Surgery,
I want to be a D,
Bigger mammaries,
I want them to show, now,
No b cups...
My chest flatness, was killing me,
And I,
I must confess, I paid for these,
Paid for these.
I look 32,
I'm just a child,
I am a crime.
Make my boobies one more size.
Oh baby, baby,
I got the boobies, it's true,
Now you've all been blinded.
Oh pretty boobies,
You're so big and oh so new,
That's just the way I planned it.
Golly,
Rolling Stone was naughty,
See me baby,
Barely wearing clothes now,
Because...
My chest flatness, was killing me,
And I,
I must confess, I paid for these,
Paid for these.
I look 32,
I'm just a child,
I am a crime.
Make my boobies one more size.
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