This is the way the ladies ride
yes, yes, yes. oh yes
This is the way the ladies ride
yes, yes, yes. oh yes
Are you wearing it for a reason?
Is it because of the
festive season?
You won’t be kissed
under the mistletoe
Because you’re wearing
it too low
We have loved eggs
Since we were children
Boneless chickens
My dad used to call
them
I don’t know what to do
About all the sex,
nudity,
Foul language and
violence
On my DVD
A couple of women
Live next door to me
One is middle-aged
And teaches PE
The other a social
worker
In her mid-twenties
They go everywhere
together
If you, please
And I’ve never seen a
man
Either enter or leave
I’m beginning to think
That they might be
Lebanese
On her chariot drawn by griffins
The maiden goddess,
dispensing justice
With rod, scales, sword,
and scourge
The avenger of crime, Nemesis
Being from an army family I dreaded
Being invited to the
officer’s mess
Because I’d have one
too many margarita’s
And it always ends in
distress