Mammmmarieeeeessss…

…At the corners of my chesssssttt
flappy peachy colored mamaries
that’s the waaay they werrrrrrrre
oooonnneee tiiimmmeee
they were happy upright and gaaaaaaayyy
perky pretty little mammariessss
that’s the waaayyy
they werrrrrrre
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Why did I ignore the import of support?
If I had the chance to do it all again
Would I?
Could I?
Suuuunnnn liiiigghhhhtt
made them wrinkly and saaaaaaaadddd
looking down upon the floooooor nowwwww
like tube socks filled with roocks…..or maybe yaammmss…
Mamaries, may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
Except I can’t… because I see them like every frickin’ daaaaaay…
But I will remember
Whenever I remember…
The way they were…
the way they were…

aaaand SCENE!