
"Roll your leg over, Roll your leg over
Roll your leg over it's better that way..."
As one of five men in your trailer we knew you were ready for us
Cause we saw the wide smile--beneath your abused clitoris.
If all the young lasses were as lusty as you
Then all men alive would need not one cock but two.
A bride for Frankenstein's monster is how you got your start
But, you being so ample they couldn't scrounge enough parts.
I thought to console you but then heard you screaming
Then I saw Igor leave your room, his face wet and beaming.
When I asked of his obvious talents to munch
He shrugged and he sighed and said, "Call it a hunch."
With bosoms that ample who could want more?!
Although more hands I could wish, three... maybe four?
If washing's your trade and quick wit your joy,
It's no wonder the men leave you alone with your toys.
"Roll your leg over, Roll your leg over
Roll your leg over it's better that way..."