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Do that dance.
I must, I must, I must increase my bust (x4)
I got to admit I'm obsessed by t*ts
I had this problem since I was a kid
I used to look up to my auntie Marie
'cause she had big t*ts hanging down to her knees
Her nipples were poking right out of her gown
If boobs gave you wings she'd be flying around
As I grew older I made up my mind
I'd get me the biggest ones I could find
I must, I must, I must increase my bust (x4)
My as* just got bigger, my boobs stayed the same
I had to do something 'cause I was ashamed
I filled up my bra with mellons and see
I looked like a f*g*t, a vamp in 3d.
The trick with the mellons, a shot in the eye
Not long did I wait to catch the first guy
But offcourse I forgot that mellons do rot
I smelled like garbage, s**t warmed up
I must, I must, I must increase my bust
I got a new plan the idea is real cool
I decided to go to a gymnastic school
there I found out that I'm not alone
Suffering from this flatchested syndrom
So when I wake up or go into bed
I remember the wise words that my teacher said
If you want your man to drown in your l*st
You must, you must increase your bust
I must, I must, I must increase my bust