Francais Ont Fais - French Made
I’ve got size ten feet, you know what that implies
Maybe that's why there’s a spark in her eyes
She said if I give her a hand ’round the house
She’ll give me a naughty surprise
She held out a costume I’d not seen before
Though I stood there hoping I’d see it much more
Sweet Jesus, I think its a sexy french maid
She said, ‘Wanna play?’ Well, I could be swayed
Oh God, fishnet stockings and white ruffled knickers
My eager mind’s racing, It’s all Tarts and Vickers
Those pointy stilettos, the apron and hat
I’m gagging to see my sweet baby in that
It looks a bit large, the size slightly wrong
Who gives a damn... it won’t be on long
That PVC skirt falls short of ‘discreet’
But why are those shoes made for size ten feet?
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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