Jamie's Tits

Jamie's tits defy reason
They keep a man warm or cool, depending on the season
She struts her stuff
Calling all his bluffs
Her tits seem to speak for themselves
Jutting out like well-built bookshelves
If they could talk, they would say, "Hi!"
When a girl looks like that, there's no need to lie
When she laughs, shimmy's and shakes what she's got
It's the end of the story. A period. A dot.
Who can resist tits like hers?
Her breasts are like money, buying diamonds and furs
Who even cares that she has gorgeous eyes?
Any man looks at her chest--and then he buys
Their fabulousity
Is apparent in their generosity
When Jamie shakes her money maker, we're not talking about her ass
Her tits put her in first place, at the head of the class