Hallelujah

I want to write you a poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak of your virtue Sing praise to your stature and poise I want it to capture your beauty The soul that's alive in your voice I want it to tell of your wisdom How the courage within your heart soars But all I can think of is how I be lovin' Them big, big, big titties of yours Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz band They stand up like a rock-solid alibi They don't even fit in my hand They curve like a pitch in the big leagues They burn with a passion so hot And that is the reason I can't wait to squeeze 'em Them big, big, big titties you've got Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love's in the air Oh, Hallelujah Oh, what a pair Oh I need to kneed them like sculptors kneed clay They dance in my dreams in a graceful ballet I'll kiss them so sweetly goodnight at the end of the day They're firm like a John Grisham novel They swell like a wave in the sea No matter what part of the room that I'm in They're always looking at me They're soft like the cheek of a baby They're sweet like the honey of bees I'll never ignore them, I'll even adore them Someday when they're touching your knees Oh, Hallelujah Oh, what a rack Oh, Hallelujah Oh, hurt your back Oh, Hallelujah Oh, on my knees Oh, Hallelujah Oh, double d's Oh, Hallelujah Oh, glory be Oh, Hallelujah Oh, set them free --- Hallelujah - Stephen Lynch