Hung like a Horse song lyrics funny: Big feet, big shoes, school locker room, big hands, big gloves.  MickTerry.com

Hung like a Horse song lyrics funny: Big feet, big shoes, school locker room, big hands, big gloves.  MICK TERRY
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HUNG LIKE A HORSE
Copyright 1999 - MickTerry.com

You know what they say:
"Big feet ... big shoes".
You know what they talk about.
You know why they're so enthused.
You know all the girls have been talking
since the middle school locker room.
You know all the girls have been looking
and you know your life has been doomed.

    If I wasn't HUNG LIKE A HORSE,
    would you love me any less?
    Will you love me any more
    'cause in certain ways I'm blessed?
    What will you hold against me
    if we can't ever get too close?
    If I wasn't HUNG LIKE A HORSE,
    would you love me any more?
    Am I just too grandiose?

You know what they say:
"Big hands ... big gloves".
You know when they look at you,
they don't really think 'bout love.
But all their attention is focused
on the middle part of your pants.
They're not sure of what you can offer,
but they're willing to take that chance.

    CHORUS

But after a while, the thrill wears off
and quite soon enough you find
you want someone to give you a chance
and love you for your mind.
Enough of this mirror pep-talk:
it's time to brave another day.
Sometimes when things seem to get too big,
you just can't let them get in the way.

    CHORUS

Copyright 1999  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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To other anatomy song lyrics:   BIG FAT ZIT
JUST SO FAT
IT WON'T HELP
EYES THAT CROSS
MOUTH-TO-MOUTH
SHE'S A KNOCKOUT
MAXIMUM EXPOSURE
FULL BODY MESSAGE
SHE'S GOT A TATTOO
ANOREXIA CAN BE FUN
WITH MORNING MOUTH
YOUR * * * * DON'T STINK
FOLLICLELY CHALLENGED
ANOTHER NAKED BREAKFAST
(IS THAT A) PENCIL IN YOUR POCKET?
DOES SHE KNOW WHAT SHE IS DOING?
DOES THIS PREGNANCY MAKE ME LOOK FAT?
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