Are you wearing lace?
To decorates that
place
I can’t tell from your
face
There is no hint or
trace
I think black lace
does grace
Your fine pert brace
Oh, my thoughts are
base
And that image I can’t
erase
Of the garments of
lace
That cover and encase
Girls in short dresses with black satin panties
G-strings and thongs
and exotic scanties
Innocent lookers who
do naughty things
These are a few of my
favourite things
Firm rounded buttocks
and waists that are tiny
A look in the eye that
says “I’m Mandy try me”
A flirt in a skirt who
looks like she sins
These are a few of my
favourite things
When the lust strikes
I’ve avoided most diseases
Nature has deployed
But I’m suffering the
effects
Of a life well enjoyed
Now I keep twenty
doctors
Gainfully employed
We have a waterbed at home
It was a birthday gift
for me
I call it my seductive
oasis
If Scottish dancers
Come from Scotland
And Irish dancers
Come from Ireland
Are Pole dancers
From Poland?
There are three words
No one ever wants to
hear
When they are making
love
They are “I’m home
dear!"
Steamer, you’ve left behind a steamer
Well can’t you put the
lid on the pan? Oh no
I said steamer, you’ve
left behind a steamer
Well can’t you put the
lid on the pan? Oh no
I said “my God, what a
size, a girth, a length it is
You know – well you
know you left it hummin in view
Now there's not a lot
I can do
Sung to the tune of
Dreamer by Supertramp
