It was the first day,
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Back to school.
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Cuttin up in class,
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Actin like a tool.
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Friends are rollin in,
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We started talkin bout the summer.
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DJ saw Twilight,
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Bummer.
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I spoke up,
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And I asked my friends,
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"Are there any new girls? Nines or tens?"
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Hopin a few hotties,
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Had moved from other cities,
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And in walked this girl,
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With Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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WHOO
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I can't believe my eyes.
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In a contest they'd win first prize.
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Double D, guarantee,
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I was checkin the size,
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It's like two beach balls in a shirt disguise.
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Or earth and mars,
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Havin some fun.
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Wait I take that back,
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It's like two of the sun.
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But at this point i let my mind run,
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And drifted off thinkin bout them Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Hah, Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Mount Fuji brought it's twin.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Two melons in a shirt.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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I put books in my lap.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Heads bobbin as she walks.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Oh my god!
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Kept trippin in class cuz of her dang breasts in a tiny white shirt,
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Boobs havin a fiesta.
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Later in lab,
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We were messin with test tubes.
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Couldn't keep my eyes off the new girls chest.
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BOOBS!
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Wasn't payin attention.
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Got busted,
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Had to serve detention.
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In biology,
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We talkes about the bees.
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The best kinda bees.
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BOOB-BEES.
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WHOO
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Can't believe my mind,
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I hold a pokerface to her two of a kind.
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With each step,
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Her breasts gettin redefined,
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I'm makin my move,
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I'm thinkin it's time.
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OH SNAP.
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Imma ask her to prom,
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And in my head,
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She responds "You're the bomb"
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Feelin nervous,
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So i count to three.
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"I like your boobs. Go to prom with me?"
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Hah, Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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King kong boobs.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Great tracks of land.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Like my balls.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Real big.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Oh my god!
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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T-Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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She said yes,
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So I'm gettin ready.
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Stain on my shirt.
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Mom's spaghetti.
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I pick her up,
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And I'm pretty sure,
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That she'll let me motor-boat like RRRRRRRR
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I try to cop a feel once we get to school.
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She said "No touching, that's the rule."
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Principal walks up on the scene,
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"It's time to announce prom king and queen.
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Your Favorite Martian and Tig 'Ol Bitties.
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Congratulations to you both on winning."
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Time slowed down and she jumped for joy,
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When out of her dress jumped something more.
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Tissues flew and rained from the sky.
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OH MY GOD YOU STUFF YOUR SHIRT!?
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Your Favorite Martian in a world of hurt.
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Awwww. Fake 'Ol Bitties..
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WOW!
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Fake 'Ol Bitties.
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You breakin my heart with,
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Fake 'Ol Bitties.
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You're crushin my dreams with,
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Fake 'Ol Bitties.
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I can't believable it,
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Fake 'Ol Bitties.
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You really suck,
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Fake 'Ol Bitties.
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I can't believe you would do that,
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Fake 'Ol Bitties.
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Tig 'Ol Bitties
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Your Favorite Martian |