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!