Come Angelika, and Lola, Eagle and Jabber and lets see what we can see.

We'll wear our moms pretties, to cover our tiny titties while bathing beauties pretending to be.

As I survey the crowd, being pushy and loud,
I wonder if this is what growing up is about.

Mom says act like a lady, wear your crown with pride,
as one of these noisy young men may one day make you his bride.

If I knew then what I know now, I'd have thrown my crown in the trash.

I'd have become a woman lover, kicked men to the curb and avoided all the marital mish-mash.


WORDS: stinker, truck, instincts, romance