Competition

Young women with bodys hard Working out with tubs of lard Wanting men to notice their chest With buns of steel pointing west North and south given to me Yet they notice the gold on me Yes I know my north doesnt abound And my south hangs low to the ground Yes their east and west is very stout No matter what I do it wont help out Gold that shows without a doubt Years gone by without a shout Yet I cant but want what I see Even though they wont see me With all this gold MY fire only goes cold North and south gone astray Given to stallions who can play With nothing left for me But to watch and dream with my t.v.