All the coffee and espresso I consumed the other night at work must have had some sort of creative property in it. All day long I was singing this song.
Sung to "Little Purple Pansies"
Little purple panties touched with lace and trim
Have replaced the garments that were, oh, so grim
My lady bits are covered and so why, why ,why
Did they say I never should give them a try?
And this little ditty sung to the tune of "I Have Two Little Hands"
I have two little boobs swaddled snugly and tight
Amidst layers of fabric all snowy and white
During all the long hours from one day to the other
My poor little boobies are never uncovered
Who's got more? We could have our own songbook!