We wore the little pleated skirts and hiked them up to show our goods
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Nuns beat hoes up with rulers as in line for cigarettes we stood
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In sweater vests we learned to stay chaste and 'bout 'macculate conception
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While at recess we read Hustler, compared means of contra.
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(CHORUS)
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More, more! After kneelin' on the church floor
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Sore, sore! After kickin' down the choir door
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Tore, tore! Up the holy fucking sacrament
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Whore, whore! Gravy Train's the living testament
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Priests wanted to buy Funky cars but she said HELL NO
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Nuns asked to cruise around in bars, Drunky said HELL NO
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Altar boys followed Hunky 'round but he said HELL NO
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The pope tried buying me a town but I said HELL NO
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CHORUS (x2)
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now let me see those tittes bounce!
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let me see those titties shake!
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let me see those titties bounce!
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let me see those titties shake!
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let me see those titties bounce bounce bounce bounce!
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let me see those titties shake!
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let me see those titties bounce!
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let me see those tittes shake!!
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let me those titties bounccccccce....shakeee (x7)
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Titties Bounce
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| Gravy Train!!!! |
