…bone, approach her chaperone
Egads! Her posterior’s grown
Shocked by the gown she’s wearing
I’m flustered and can’t stop staring

My lady, dance to this quartet
And take your portrait
My fellows tried to warn me
But with that bustle you’ve acquired makes (me so horny)
Ooh, lead dust smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my coach?
Well, stop short, stop short
Indeed, you’re not the average escort

I’ve observe her dancing
Lucifer take romancing
She’s refined of course
The appearance of a purebred horse
I’m tired of broad printings
Declaring modest rumps are the thing
Take the average Moor man and ask him aye
She must possess wide thighs