The lady in the panties, the lady in the bra
The lady so sexy, standing straight and tall
The lady in the boutique in such an array
Can you tell me please, who’s the lady?
The lady in the lingerie
Look at those legs, look at that tan
Look at that smile as she smiles so grand
Look at those angles, look at those curves
But most of all I admire those nerves
Standing in the aisle as if nothing were wrong
Shopping for some things while humming a song
Causing people passing by to stop and stare
And wonder who is this lady who’s almost bare?
Pure silk stockings and sexy garter belt
Turning the heat up, so that my heart will melt
My palms are getting clammy, and there’s sweat on my brow
I want to meet her badly, but I don’t know how
Could the manager introduce me to her?
Or would the cashier say, “Sure I’ll help you sir,”
Someone help me please before I lose my mind
Help me meet this lady now standing in the line
Should I speak to her, or worship from afar?
Quick, the answer please, she’s now heading for her car
I need to get her address, her number, and her name
Someone quickly stop her, she’s driving me insane
She cruises up to me and stops, but not for long
Hands me something soft and says, “Put these where they belong”
It was her silky panties with a note pinned to the seam
“Wake-up now, its morning, there’s no more time to dream”
Can’t I dream some more?
Just a little while longer
Come back lady!
© JW Thomas