Adam Schlesinger - Heavy Boobs lyrics

[Rebbeca] I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs Dense like dying stars I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs I can't run real far Let me break down what I just said Each of my double D's has the volume of a toddler's head Not b**hin' bout my b**bies, they look superfly in shirts But if I swung them in your face, you'd be like, "Oh my God, that hurts! I'm blind! Holy crap! I literally can't see! I've permanent retinal damage! I'm suing you and your heavy b**bies!" Heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs Dense like dying stars I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs They each have their own memoirs What you gotta know is that b**bs may be where it's at But if you cut them open, they're just sacks of yellow fat Stuff falls into my bra. It's a little bit of a drag But when I go to bed at night, it's like opening a Mary Poppins bag [Dancers] Whee! Candies and pennies! I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs Dense like dying stars I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs Don't need an airbag in my car Here is a list of all of the objects That I can hold under my b**bs: Stapler, ten pencils, paperback copy of Arabian Nights Dog bone, remote control, hardback copy of Wuthering Heights See, when a star is dying, it transforms into a red giant, and if the red giant does not have enough ma** to fuse carbon, an inert ma** of carbon and oxygen builds up in the center, transforming into a dense white dwarf. And yeah, like, that's my b**bs. That's, that's what my b**bs are like I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs Dense like a white dwarf I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs It'd be a catch at Fisherman's Wharf I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs Don't ever forget That these heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs Are just sacks of yellow fat Like the stuffing of a couch They're just sacks of yellow fat Technically meant to be in a baby They're just sacks of yellow fat