Perky, Perky
Perky no more
Flopsy wopsy
The girls hit the floor
Running, running
They smack the mouth
But when I stop
Sisters point south
Oozing, oozing
Under the cup
Bustier, brazier
Cannot keep up
Perky, perky
Perky no more
Cry for the sisters
Hitting the floor
Once again, she wrote from her “heart”
Dammit, I laughed so hard, I just stepped on my nipple.
I need counseling.