My Party Dress
You call me on the phone
I can tell your not alone
You tell me we’re finished
Well, I just have one last request
Give me back my party dress
Yes, yes yes, let’s put it to rest, shall we?
I only let you wear it because hell, it’s your size
And when you’re in it I can see those white and hairy thighs
What a sight
What a sight
What a glorious sight
In fact, Why don’t you keep it
I think I’ve changed my mind
The last time you wore it
We had such a lovely time
You are a man who likes to wear pinky rings
You like to wear my underwear and other frilly things
You don’t seem to care
What the other worlds believe
You shimmer and glow
And wouldn’t you know
You’re looking even better than the real thing
Last time that I saw you
You were all dressed up in heels
From that department store whose stuff you like to steal
Oh and what a nightclub queen you turned out to be
Staying out ‘till the crack of dawn but you forgot about me
No I can’t come back boy
I’m not your little toy, but
I must confess: you were the best
Give me back my party dress
Give me back my party dress