The 3bs
I’ve a confession to tell
You’ve heard heard of the AA
We’ll I’m an addict as well
With an addiction to your 3Bs (bum, belly and breasts)
Well that was all well until you went all saucy on me,
and introduced me to the taste of your HP (honey pot)
Now I’m still a lover of the 3Bs
but they are even savoury with a little HP sauce on top
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