You whinge to me your bottom looks too wide
You wear a skirt the size of canvas sail
I shrug in puzzlement to no avail
I sense a jolly person stuck inside
Your hair youve painted red and pink its pied
Your lips youve plastered crimson plump as kale
Your cheeks youve powdered flattest pale
Your brows youve penciled black theyre pluck allied
You lounge in pair of laddered pantyhose
The crotch unstitched a cotton pussy flap
Your nylon covered knees you part and close
I catch a casual glimpse of shaven gap
You wear a pair of gloves to waive all skin
Though prim youll prompt a public proper pin
Chorus skin dermis peel
