itty bitty titties

[detoxed]

We was swappin stories with a bunch of the guys, some were the truth and some were lies. We were talking bout all them girls we known and how they love them big titties so.

Well they looked at me and said well how bout you? I said boys them itty bitty titties will do, well they were laughing at me and calling me weird and I said boys, let me tell you bout them itty bitty titties.

Well it seems all the boys that were doin the laughin learned about their titties in National Geographic, learned about mine in a Girl Scout tent, let me tell you how my education went.


When she opened her blouse well I stared at aw cause I was in love with what I saw and though them titties may have lacked in size them titties were alive and right in front of my eyes.

Yeah itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
I love itty bitty titties

Well I still remember all the fun I had, that Girl Scout shoulda won a merit badge, I swore when I got back to the city I was gonna get some more of them itty bitty titties.

Now itty bitty titties fit right in your mouth, you don't have to worry bout the sides falling out they got itty bitty nipples just the size of nickels, itty bitty titties what I'm talking about.

Yeah itty bitty titties.
Itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
I love itty bitty titties

Who else loves them itty bitty titties in here?

Now itty bitty titties don't need no brazier cause they stick straight out in the atmosphere and when you get old they won't fall of your chest itty bitty titties are the very best....

And now I don't give a damn about Mrs. Dolly give me itty bitty titties and I'll get my jollies they melt in your mouth they fit in your hand, itty bitty titties are the joy of the land.

That's right

Yeah itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
Those itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
I love itty bitty titties

Now every story has a moral to it, being the moral young man I am I'm going to tell you the moral of this story.

You ready boys? Well I've heard it said all over this land that you can judge a man by the size of his hand so if you want yourself a girl with a tight little kitty you better find yourself a girl with itty bitty titties.

Yeah itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
Those itty bitty titties
Itty bitty titties
I love itty bitty titties

[Brujah]

[stephanie m.]

I like itty bitty ones better than really big uns.

[MrIzzz]

Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue
Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke
And it got lots of laugh from a lot of folks
It seems I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean
My fist got hard and my wits got keen
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
I`d search the honky tonks and bars
And kill that man that give me that awful name
But it was Gatlinburg in mid July
And I had just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street of mud
And at a table dealing stud sat the dirty
Mangy dog that named me Sue
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother had
And I know that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and bent and grey and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you`re gonna die.
" Yeah, that`s what I told him
Well I hit him right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer
I tell you I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin'
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile
And he said, "Son this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he`s gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along
So I give you that name and I said good-bye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that name that helped to make you strong"
"Yeah, he said, "now you just fought one helluva fight
And I know you hate me and you've got the right
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But you ought to thank me before I die
For the gravel in your guts
And the spit in your eye because
I'm the son-of-a-bitch That named you Sue
"Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him Pa and he called me a son
And I came away with a different point of view
And I think about him now and then
Every time I tried, every time I win
And if I ever have a son I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George...anything but Sue

[foolio]

I dont care about size as long as they look goooood

[Loryn]

I would rather have high and firm over flat and flabby anyday!!

[Trippekdick]

fucking good

[TheMob]

Originally posted by MrIzzz
Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue
Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke
And it got lots of laugh from a lot of folks
It seems I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean
My fist got hard and my wits got keen
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
I`d search the honky tonks and bars
And kill that man that give me that awful name
But it was Gatlinburg in mid July
And I had just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street of mud
And at a table dealing stud sat the dirty
Mangy dog that named me Sue
Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother had
And I know that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and bent and grey and old
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you`re gonna die.
" Yeah, that`s what I told him
Well I hit him right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer
I tell you I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin'
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile
And he said, "Son this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he`s gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along
So I give you that name and I said good-bye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's that name that helped to make you strong"
"Yeah, he said, "now you just fought one helluva fight
And I know you hate me and you've got the right
To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But you ought to thank me before I die
For the gravel in your guts
And the spit in your eye because
I'm the son-of-a-bitch That named you Sue
"Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
Called him Pa and he called me a son
And I came away with a different point of view
And I think about him now and then
Every time I tried, every time I win
And if I ever have a son I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George...anything but Sue