12-31-2013, 10:21 AM
edit 1
She mixes her palette
with three fingers of Gin
that thickens as the day begins.
Opens the door as the post arrives,
with a pout she asks it to step inside.
Lets take your shirt, trousers and tie
off with those pants, I'm really quite shy
leave on the cap, I'm quite fond that.
now sit yourself down and try not to frown,
oh honey your quaint, but I need to paint.
So suck in that tum and stick out your bum,
I'll try to be kind to your saggy behind
Its looking just fine need a little more time.
Hurry it up I've got cramp in my foot
my nose is itchy and my eye is twitchy,
and please don't snap but I have to get back.
OK then be gone, I’m just about done,
I knew from the start, I'd suffer for my art,
I need to lie down, on the chaise longue.
You stay on that coach I'll see myself out.
OK, if you must, put your face on my bust,
don't button your shirt, help me out of this skirt.
But you said get dressed and I lost my zest,
well I've seen ugly men and your way worse than them
but my pickings are slim, you'd better pass me the Gin.
original
She mixes her palette
with three fingers of Gin
that thickens as the day begins.
Opens the door as the post arrives,
with a pout she asks it to step inside.
Lets take your shirt, trousers and tie
off with those pants, I'm really quite shy
leave on the cap, I'm quite fond that.
now sit yourself down and try not to frown,
oh honey your quaint, but I need to paint.
So suck in that tum and stick out your bum,
I'll try to be kind to your saggy behind
Its looking just fine need a little more time.
Hurry it up I've got cramp in my foot
and please don't snap but I have to get back.
OK then be gone, I’m just about done,
but before you depart, did you just fart ?
Oh god yes, I've got IBS,
well I'm not impressed now get yourself dressed.
I knew from the start, I'd suffer for my art.
I need to lie down, on the chaise longue,
I'm feeling quite funny; Trixy-Woo come to mummy,
mummy wummy isn't well that nasty man made it smell.
You can stay on the coach I'll see myself out,
oh go on if you must, put your face on my bust.
but you said get dressed now I'm passed my best,
well my pickings are slim, fetch me my Gin.
She mixes her palette
with three fingers of Gin
that thickens as the day begins.
Opens the door as the post arrives,
with a pout she asks it to step inside.
Lets take your shirt, trousers and tie
off with those pants, I'm really quite shy
leave on the cap, I'm quite fond that.
now sit yourself down and try not to frown,
oh honey your quaint, but I need to paint.
So suck in that tum and stick out your bum,
I'll try to be kind to your saggy behind
Its looking just fine need a little more time.
Hurry it up I've got cramp in my foot
my nose is itchy and my eye is twitchy,
and please don't snap but I have to get back.
OK then be gone, I’m just about done,
I knew from the start, I'd suffer for my art,
I need to lie down, on the chaise longue.
You stay on that coach I'll see myself out.
OK, if you must, put your face on my bust,
don't button your shirt, help me out of this skirt.
But you said get dressed and I lost my zest,
well I've seen ugly men and your way worse than them
but my pickings are slim, you'd better pass me the Gin.
original
She mixes her palette
with three fingers of Gin
that thickens as the day begins.
Opens the door as the post arrives,
with a pout she asks it to step inside.
Lets take your shirt, trousers and tie
off with those pants, I'm really quite shy
leave on the cap, I'm quite fond that.
now sit yourself down and try not to frown,
oh honey your quaint, but I need to paint.
So suck in that tum and stick out your bum,
I'll try to be kind to your saggy behind
Its looking just fine need a little more time.
Hurry it up I've got cramp in my foot
and please don't snap but I have to get back.
OK then be gone, I’m just about done,
but before you depart, did you just fart ?
Oh god yes, I've got IBS,
well I'm not impressed now get yourself dressed.
I knew from the start, I'd suffer for my art.
I need to lie down, on the chaise longue,
I'm feeling quite funny; Trixy-Woo come to mummy,
mummy wummy isn't well that nasty man made it smell.
You can stay on the coach I'll see myself out,
oh go on if you must, put your face on my bust.
but you said get dressed now I'm passed my best,
well my pickings are slim, fetch me my Gin.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out