Hallelujah - Stephen Lynch

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