A geezer waist to pate through sunroof gap
Of blue Bambina pinched my passing butt
The guys on scooters prone to smirk and clap
Enjoyed that sight I was a babe or slut
Across the cobblestones I quickly cut
I felt another geezer lavish leer
It followed figure jiggle jounce and jut
It proved proprietor very far off queer
A geezer stroke hit said to what I veer
I was his drop dead doll in graveyard jest
Hed side eye two tits tend to peep and peer
His belt held baggy pants half way up chest
Ive grown the geezers pick I dont twig why
I dress in classic styles and sometimes pry
Chorus why cause grounds
