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John 3: 16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

My boobs are big and floppy,
It really is so soppy,
Why do they have to be so big,
I’ll have to put up a miniature rig.

They get to be a nuisance,
When I’m in the bath,
They’re flopping here and flopping there,
Especially when I wash my hair.

But like it or not they’ve got to stop,
Right where they are oh what a shock,
To carry about two ton of potatoes,
Oh you boobs how I hate you.

And yet to hate them I cannot,
Cause what I’ve got is an awful lot,
They really are a handful in every kind of way,
So nice and round and even but they have lots of sway.

I think when I pop the bucket,
I’ll put it in my will,
To keep them sitting in two jars,
To give the boys a thrill.

So while I’m sitting down here on earth,
My boobs do cause a lot of mirth,
They say they see me coming before I actually arrive,
Because in front of me my boobs they do the jive.