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Tits! Tits! Tits!

Tits!

The quarterback’s call,
“32A, 34B,”
“36C, 38D,”
“Hike! Hike! Tits!”
Center snaps the ball.

He has four women,
“32A, 34B,”
“36C, 38D,”
“Yikes! Yikes! Tits!”
He is a Mormon.

Prison guard in jail,
“32A, 34B,”
“36C, 38D,”
“Dike! Dike! Tits!”
Inmate, you’ve got mail.

Women on a trail,
“32A, 34B,”
“36C, 38D,”
Hike! Hike! Tits!”
Over hill and dale.

Women’s boxing ring,
“32A, 34B,”
“36C, 38D,”
Mike! Mike! Tits!”
Tyson, that’s his thing.

Women fish in stream,
“32A, 34B,”
“36C, 38D,”
Pike! Pike! Tits!”
It’s not what it seems.

Woman’s cycle race,
“32A, 34B,”
“36C, 38D,”
“Bike! Bike! Tits!”
It’s such a disgrace.

In all situations,
Men in all positions,
Just see tits. We love tits.
Tell me, what’s wrong with this?

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