Return Of The Bra - A Ballad Of A Suffering Undergarmet
It's me kiwis, I'm back! By gum!
I bet you thought you'd lost me to The Thumb,
Our gorl was away, was she cooking some slop?
Of course not people, she would online shop,
My cups twitched in excitement was today the day?
She'd by a new bra and then throw me away?
Of course she wouldn't pull such an obvious stunt,
Not with those sale shirts to stretch over her gunt!
So I'm still here gorls! Way up by her neck fat,
My band is black and my straps they do stink,
Time to retire me don't y'all think?
But just like the leggings and the dainty Walmart flats,
We're hear forever containing all of her fats,
Her hooves, her hocks and each back, side and front tit,
We're old and worn out and we smell like shit,
We watch our gorl scoff and scoff,
Doomed for enternity, never to come
Off.