Lyrics Endpathy - Debal Sommer
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Play
the
Your
Favorite
Martian
Quiz
"Tig
′Ol
Bitties"
It
was
the
first
day,
Back
to
school.
Cuttin
up
in
class,
Actin
like
a
tool.
Friends
are
rollin
in,
We
started
talkin
bout
the
summer.
DJ
saw
Twilight,
Bummer.
I
spoke
up,
And
I
asked
my
friends,
"Are
there
any
new
girls?
Nines
or
tens?"
Hopin
a
few
hotties,
Had
moved
from
other
cities,
And
in
walked
this
girl,
With
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
WHOO
I
can′t
believe
my
eyes.
In
a
contest
they'd
win
first
prize.
Double
D,
guarantee,
I
was
checkin
the
size,
It's
like
two
beach
balls
in
a
shirt
disguise.
Or
earth
and
mars,
Havin
some
fun.
Wait
I
take
that
back,
It′s
like
two
of
the
sun.
But
at
this
point
i
let
my
mind
run,
And
drifted
off
thinkin
bout
them
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Hah,
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
Mount
Fuji
brought
it′s
twin.
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
Two
melons
in
a
shirt.
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
I
put
books
in
my
lap.
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Heads
bobbin
as
she
walks.
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
Oh
my
god!
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
Kept
trippin
in
class
cuz
of
her
dang
breasts
in
a
tiny
white
shirt,
Boobs
havin
a
fiesta.
Later
in
lab,
We
were
messin
with
test
tubes.
Couldn't
keep
my
eyes
off
the
new
girls
chest.
BOOBS!
Wasn′t
payin
attention.
Got
busted,
Had
to
serve
detention.
In
biology,
We
talkes
about
the
bees.
The
best
kinda
bees.
BOOB-BEES.
WHOO
Can′t
believe
my
mind,
I
hold
a
pokerface
to
her
two
of
a
kind.
With
each
step,
Her
breasts
gettin
redefined,
I'm
makin
my
move,
I′m
thinkin
it's
time.
OH
SNAP.
Imma
ask
her
to
prom,
And
in
my
head,
She
responds
"You′re
the
bomb"
Feelin
nervous,
So
i
count
to
three.
"I
like
your
boobs.
Go
to
prom
with
me?"
Hah,
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
King
kong
boobs.
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Great
tracks
of
land.
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
Like
my
balls.
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Real
big.
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Oh
my
god!
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
T-Tig
'Ol
Bitties.
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
She
said
yes,
So
I′m
gettin
ready.
Stain
on
my
shirt.
Mom's
spaghetti.
I
pick
her
up,
And
I′m
pretty
sure,
That
she'll
let
me
motor-boat
like
RRRRRRRR
I
try
to
cop
a
feel
once
we
get
to
school.
She
said
"No
touching,
that′s
the
rule."
Principal
walks
up
on
the
scene,
"It's
time
to
announce
prom
king
and
queen.
Your
Favorite
Martian
and
Tig
′Ol
Bitties.
Congratulations
to
you
both
on
winning."
Time
slowed
down
and
she
jumped
for
joy,
When
out
of
her
dress
jumped
something
more.
Tissues
flew
and
rained
from
the
sky.
OH
MY
GOD
YOU
STUFF
YOUR
SHIRT!?
Your
Favorite
Martian
in
a
world
of
hurt.
WOW!
Fake
'Ol
Bitties.
You
breakin
my
heart
with,
Fake
'Ol
Bitties.
You′re
crushin
my
dreams
with,
Fake
′Ol
Bitties.
I
can't
believable
it,
Fake
′Ol
Bitties.
You
really
suck,
Fake
'Ol
Bitties.
I
can′t
believe
you
would
do
that,
Fake
'Ol
Bitties.
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