2x I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, an ode With meter and rythm and rhyme I want it to speak of your virtue Sing praise to your stature and poise I want it to capture your beauty The soul that's alive in your voice I want it to tell of your wisdom How the courage within your heart soars But all I can think of is how I be lovin' Them big, big, big titties of yours Ooooh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Ooooh, Hallelujah Ooooh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz band They stand up like a rock-solid alibi They don't even fit in my hand They curve like a pitch in the big leagues They burn with a passion so hot And that is the reason I can't wait to squeeze 'em Them big, big, big titties you've got Ooooh, Hallelujah Oh, love's in the air Ooooh, Hallelujah Ooooh, what a pair Oh I need to need them like sculptors kneed clay They dance in my dreams in a graceful ballet I'll kiss them so sweetly goodnight at the end of the day They're firm like a John Grisham novel They swell like a wave in the sea No matter what part of the room that I'm in They're always looking at me They're soft like the cheek of a baby They're sweet like the honey of bees I'll never ignore them, I'll even adore them Someday when they're touching your knees Ooooh, Hallelujah Ooooh, what a rack Ooooh, Hallelujah Ooooh, hurt your back Ooooh, Hallelujah Ooooh, on my knees Ooooh, Hallelujah Ooooh, double D's Ooooh, Hallelujah Ooooh, glory be Ooooh, Hallelujah Ooooh, set them free