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Oh I don't complain when she squeezes me |
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Cos she's heavy |
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And I don't complain when she teases me |
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Cos she's heavy |
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Oh I don't complain when she turns up late |
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Asks me out |
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I don't hesitate |
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Got a lot more loving with a lot more weight |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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Oh I don't object when she cooks a lot |
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Cos she's heavy |
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And I don't object when she calls the shots |
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And she's ready |
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She might need to lose just a pound or two |
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The lady knows how to bill and coo |
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Got so much more |
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I can hold on to |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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No no no, no more tonight |
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I can see what you bin saving |
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No no no, no more tonight |
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I can see you're misbehaving |
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When her temper rises she can shake the ground |
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And she's heavy |
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And there's plenty there to put your arms around |
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And she's ready |
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Her profile leaves you in no doubt |
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It's hard to handle such a big amount |
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See her through my eyes it's what's inside that counts |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
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And she's heavy |
