She'll have a double reuben rye
She works hard at eating well
That's why I love her
She's got a couple of pony kegs
Her arms are bigger than my legs
And when she holds me I can't breathe
That's why I love her
I'm her butter she' my bread
She's like a mobile waterbed
And when I got on top of her
I can't touch the mattress
And when her flesh begins to sag
She's like a human sleeping bag
I feel so cozy safe and warm
She's my insulation
I always know just where she sat
And when she's on me I get flat
Some broken ribs a punctured lung
That's why I love her
She's my filly I'm her stud
Her bean is bigger than my pud
It's like feeding a Tic-Tac to a whale
That's why I love her
She'll have another piece of pie
She'll have a double reuben rye
She works hard at eating well
That's why I love her
She'll have another piece of pie She'll have a double reuben rye She works hard at eating well That's why I love her She's got a couple of pony kegs Her arms are bigger than my legs And when she holds me I can't breathe That's why I love her I'm her butter she' my bread She's like a mobile waterbed And when I got on top of her I can't touch the mattress And when her flesh begins to sag She's like a human sleeping bag I feel so cozy safe and warm She's my insulation I always know just where she sat And when she's on me I get flat Some broken ribs a punctured lung That's why I love her She's my filly I'm her stud Her bean is bigger than my pud It's like feeding a Tic-Tac to a whale That's why I love her She'll have another piece of pie She'll have a double reuben rye She works hard at eating well That's why I love her Explain Request ×
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