Giving new meaning to “Dead Man’s Curve…” :p
I was cruising in my Stingray late one night
All anybody could see were my six tail-lights
When a girl waved me down and handed to me
A bouquet of red panties
Daddy used to say:
A bouquet of red panties
It’s no place to play
A bouquet of red panties
Best to keep away
A bouquet of red panties
WON’T SURVIVE THOSE RED PANTIES!
I gunned my Stingray and took her home for the night
Looking forward, you know, to some raunchy delight
She had me begging on my knees
A bouquet of red panties
Daddy always said:
A bouquet of red panties
It’s no place to play
A bouquet of red panties
Best to keep away
A bouquet of red panties
WON’T SURVIVE THOSE RED PANTIES!
Well, the last thing I remember, doc, I fell back on the bed
Red panties flew at my head
I guess I know now what it’s like to be dead
DIDN’T SURVIVE THOSE RED PANTIES!
I guess Daddy was right:
A bouquet of red panties
It’s no place to play
A bouquet of red panties
Best to keep away
A bouquet of red panties
WON’T SURVIVE THOSE RED PANTIES!
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