Boob Guy (feat. Erika Warren & Dan Balmer)

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