My, they are big ones.
Yikes! They are big ones!!
But I’m not sure
if they’re natural
or foam of ur[ethane].

I spy your lofting dugs brace;
up and out they proudly stand.
And I sure love to peep on that
pair of mamm’ry glands.

Your boobs are full,
your boobs are full,
your boobs are full and huge.

They’re an awesome brace
in a crowded space.
It is a globes-gawking view,
but I wonder ’bout those two.

I adjust my eye
and furtively spy
at that titular place a guy
would palms-apply.
But I’ve never seen such a leche domain;
I suspect this may be lecher legerdemain.

Your boobs are full,
your boobs are full,
your boobs are full, it’s true,
but could that brace be joined in that place
by the foam that some dames use
to create a huge-two ruse?

Your boobs aren’t full,
your boobs aren’t full,
your boobs aren’t full of you.
I now see the ample padding piled in that space
has helped to prop up a rather small two.
That spied brace now gives me ruth
’cause err-echt, those erect two!