Pretty Girl on a bicycle
In
a low-cut top
Whose
baps almost popped out
I
didn’t think they’d stop
They
were such nice ones
And
they were just there
So,
what else could I do
Except
stand and stare
It
was only a brief delight
Which
I thought would suffice
She
smiled and shook her head
As
she saw me say “very nice”
Then
she rode up the road
But was back in a trice
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