From the recording Three Tequila Floor
I was mindin’ my own business sittin’ in here
Just eatin’ a burger and drinkin’ a beer
When all of a sudden, well, here you are
Struttin’ your stuff right up to the bar
Now I barely noticed you ’til I started to feel
Like somethin’ just wasn’t quite right
At first, I thought it was no big deal
’Til it came clear in my line of sight
Now it’s a little too common, and it’s gettin’ bad
If this keeps up, it’s really gonna make me mad
(Yeah) (So) please tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes
It’s not very nice to ogle me that way
Yeah, please tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes
Otherwise, I may have somethin’ dumb to say
Like — if this is heaven, I’m glad I died
Well, I guess you think I’m thinkin’ somewhat in reverse
But what I’m really thinkin’ is could this get worse?
You need to understand that just because I’m a man
You are not free to do this to me
I guess we live in a world where right is wrong and wrong is right
’Cause some people think I’m not supposed to look at boobs
Please tell your boobs to stop starin’ at my eyes
Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
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Mood: Novelty; Comedy; Mild sexuality
Key: D / BPM: 160 / Length: 4:01