Downtown in a stripper bar
A creepy guy watched some jugs
In amazing awe
Perfect and round and jiggled in synch
Hypnotized by the nipples
And soft skin
He went home and started dreaming
Perfect breast and cleavage screaming
Obsessed he started to make his plan
Cleavage cleaver I must, I can
On the prowl in the cold winter night
He started to stalk the girls of the site
Trapped and k**ed 'em one by one
Searching for this perfect one
Cleaved the cleavage
Hacked off the tits
The bloody carnage to get his fix
Cleavage glistening and gleaming
In the warm hot blood
But each time he didn't get
The one he sought
Frustrated and angry
His dreams kept on haunting
Jiggling perfect breasts
In his face and taunting
On his wall he hung his collection
Sewed up and stuffed like
Some morbid pillows
More and more but it wasn't enough
Cleavage Cleaver!
The Cleavage Cleaver!
I must have the perfect ones
Then I can stop
One night it rained and
Unexpected there they were
Hidden under a tight little shirt
Perky and juicy her nipple sticking out
Stalking her all the way home
He started peeping into her home
In her bedroom when she undressed
He watched her b**bies
Jiggled and danced
As if they were magic
After she went into the shower
He jimmied the lock and creeped inside
Where was the little tramp hiding tonight?
He peeked around the door
And saw her soaping up her breasts
They would be his
His search would end tonight
Cleavage Cleaver!