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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 killed '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 boobies

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!