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Pink Pushup Bra

Nevermind the pink pushup bra
You don't need that sales pitch
To make my mouth hang open in awe.
Baby, let me scratch your itch.

I don't need to see miles of leg
Or have you inflate your breasts.
Just a single look makes me beg.
Anyway, I prefer smaller chests.

I've never liked painted-on pants
that stretch to show off a girl's ass
I hardly give them half a glance,
Long black pants have all the class.

You don't need to do anything at all
No makeup, no clothes, no tattoo of a star
You could wear a tarp in a bathroom stall
Because you are beautiful the way you are.