Ode to My Bra

I was eleven You had a bow and were trimmed with lace You were the reason Danny Schmidt put herpes on my face He pinged my strap and I thought that was good Until he took me to the loo and touched under my hood This is an ode to my bra The loyal friend you are Always supporting me Even though I didn’t need it This is an ode to my bra Through the years we’ve come so far As tight as friends could be But now it’s time I swing free At twenty-one my boobs still hadn’t grown I bought a push-up filled with gel, it fell and broke my toe But you were practical, we’d run and bounce and play And oh my God, the men we had. The good, the bad, the gay This is an ode to my bra From London to Zanzibar You always had my back But now it’s time I let them flap This is an ode to my bra But this bond has gone too far For years you’ve crushed my ribs And now it’s time to free the tits Time to free the tits Time to free the tits Now I’m gonna shake ‘em And jiggle and bounce And yes I’ll risk That when it’s brisk My nips might cut their way out I was eleven You had a bow and were trimmed with lace You are the reason That I still have herpes on my face I never needed a bra My little titties never could have dropped far My credit card could have gone in my bag Guess now we’ll see how much they really sag This is an ode to my bra But adios and au revoir For years you crushed my ribs But now it’s time I free the tits Free the tits