Tasha Miller - Boob Guy Lyrics

My man's a Registered Professional
Official Sergeant 'eel' General
A stoic professorial 'Boobologist' (He's a boob guy!)

He says that bare is always the best
Or maybe dressed in just a little less
For to accentuate my chest
Like lace! (Lady, he's a boob guy!)

He told me that life's best gift
Is the moment that I lift
The shirt off my brown back.
Oh, baby! Here comes the night shift.

Continual analysis:
It causes ocular paralysis.
But the dedicated scientist
Won't put the job down. (No! 'Cuz he's a boob guy!)

He told me life's best gift
Is the moment that I lift
The shirt off my brown back.
Oh, baby! Here comes the night shift!

"And Then Some" is his favorite size.
He cannot "jug phenomenon" deny.
No matter (if with you're born or you had to buy...)
He's just a boob guy! (Yeah! He's just a boob guy!)

Now don't get me wrong. (He's not making a career out of it.)
It's just an instinct. (His eyes ain't peeled for the perfect tit.)
He's not obsessed. (Girl, you sure about that? Really?)
No! He just appreciates the round, round, round!

Bare is best
Or maybe dressed in less
For to accentuate your chest.
Like lace! (or leather.)
He's a boob guy.
Yeah, he's just a boob guy.
(Boomba Boomba Boom.)