STARING AT YOUR THINGIES
Lyrics by Arthur Levesque -- http://boog.org/text
(To the tune of "Wrapped Around Your Finger" by the Police


You said I was immature, that's a fact
Just because I wouldn't make eye contact
Hypnotized as you discuss the weather
Staring at the things beneath your sweater

You expect some couth from all your suitors
Not conversation about your hooters
I can see the mammaries you hold
In my mind's eye tanned a shade of gold

And I'll be staring at your thingies
I'll be staring at your thingies

Carmen Electra is not your name
But she needed silicone for her fame
I will listen to your expositions
Hoping for horizontal positions

And I'll be staring at your thingies
I'll be staring at your thingies

If I had some big thingies of my own
Play with them why would I ever leave home
I will get some implants and then stand back
When you see this guy with his brand new rack

Whoa, you'll be staring at my thingies
You'll be staring at my thingies
You'll be staring at my thingies
Whoa-oh