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The bigger the cushion
The sweeter the pushin'
The looser the waist band
The deeper the quicksand
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I'd love to sink him with my pink torp*do
Big Bottom Big Bottom
Talk about b*m cakes my guy's got 'em
Big Bottom drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind
I met him on monday
Twas my lucky bun day
I love him each weekday
Each velvety cheek day
My love gun's loaded as I dock at his port
Take aim at what's inside his jockey shorts
Big Bottom Big Bottom
Talk about mud flaps my guy's got 'em
Big Bottom drive me out of my mind
How can I leave them behind
Big Bottom Big Bottom
Talk about b*m cakes my guy's got 'em
Big Bottom drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind
Big Bottom Big Bottom
Talk about mud flaps my guy's got 'em
Big Bottom drive me out of my mind
How can I leave them behind
How can I leave them behind