don't take much to keep me satisfied.
maybe a little black skirt
and a smile a mile wide.
i keep it all simple,
so there ain't no doubt,
ain't no misunderstandin'
what i'm talkin' about:
i need tits, i need teeth,
and i need a fine boom-boom. i need a fine boom-boom.
and you got tits, you got teeth,
and you got a fine boom-boom, you got a fine boom-boom.
what it means, baby, is you got what I need:
you built for comfort and style and speed.
everything arranged in the right damn place,
from the tips of your toes to the nose on your face.
and you got tits, you got teeth,
and you got a fine boom-boom, you got a fine boom-boom.
yes, you got tits, you got teeth,
and you got a fine boom-boom, you got a fine boom-boom.
your sister's fine, but she ain't quite you.
her lashes are longer, but your eyes are blue.
everything about you is so doggone sweet,
from your cotton-candy hair to the soles of your feet.
and you got tits, you got teeth,
and you got a fine boom-boom, you got a fine boom-boom.
you got tits, you got teeth,
and you got a fine boom-boom, you got a fine boom-boom.
i mean what i say and i'm talkin' to you.
i ain't misrepresentin', what i'm sayin's true:
when i'm with you, baby, i think of no one else.
when you touch me, baby, i can't help myself.
with them tits, and them teeth,
and that fine boom-boom. that fine boom-boom.
you got tits, you got teeth,
and you got a fine boom-boom, you got a fine boom-boom.
roses are red and whiskey is gold,
i'll be lovin' you, baby, when my blood turns cold.
if i pass thru a tunnel and i see a light,
i'll know i'm in heaven if you're holdin' me tight.
with them tits, and them teeth,
and that fine boom-boom. that fine boom-boom.
even the good lord love some tits and teeth,
and he love a fine boom-boom, and you got a fine boom-boom.
words and music by Jim Parker
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