Black, transparent, blue or red,Fancy, yes they are, for heaven's sake.Strange it is to see you stare,O' Common! they are not eatables in a fair.Look at his lusty eyes,Filth seems to cover all skies.I wonder what's on his mind,His eyes say he is set to grind.I am not an item with a market price,Can you stop this scrutinize?Your mom and sis beholds the same,Do you lust at the sight of them?You wear a vest,I wear the same,When your sight does not lure mine,Why mine seems an invitation to dine?Calm your nerves man and cut the crap,O'Common! it's just a simple bra-strap.



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