Some garments you wear out,
And others you just don't share out.
No way your underwear should view,
For cov'ring what's bare now,
Your buns'll be not in the air now.

If ever, if ever, your clothes should depart,
What then would you do?
Your setter, your setter you'd better take heart,
For now it's in view.
So whether, so whether, they see your ash tree,
Your glib will out you,
If only your tail brakes they see.

So buy you some truss gear,
For hiding your pink robust rear.
That's what your underwear should do.
They work 'cause they're de-signed,
To cover your hairy be-hind.
So wear your underwear. please do.

If ever, if ever, your clothes should depart,
What then would you do?
Your setter, your setter you'd better take heart,
For now it's in view.
So whether, so whether, they see your ash tree,
Your glib will out you,
If only your tail brakes they see.

So please don't naive be,
And you will not show some,
Butt view.

I don't want a view,
Don underwear.

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