Sixteen Stone

Some people say a man is made out of mud,
A poor man’s made out of muscle & blood.
But this big woman’s full of heart
Sixteen of stone of hot flesh tart.

Ch. She weighs 16 stone and what do you get?
A whole lotta woman and that's a fact.
Say please won’t you call her ‘cos she can half go,
She owes her size to the company store.

You can't cuddle up to a bag full of bone,
If her ribs stick out leave her well alone.
There’s a big soft welcome for a man in need,
She’s sure built for comfort, not for speed.

If you've seen more meat on a greasy spoon,
She won't keep you warm, get rid of her soon.
A hard, scrawny woman you gotta dump,
Better get your arms around a woman that's plump.

The magazines say be skin and bone,
But big girls never have to sleep alone.
They don't disappear when they turn on their side,
And there's plenty of suspension for a bumpy ride!

If you see her coming better step aside,
A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died.
She’s armed and loaded, dressed to kill,
If the right one doesn't do it then he left one will!