Page 216
Where Victoria's blushing, cause she's crushing on the filthy farmhand
She's squeaky clean
But she's down in the bushes
And she's doing it with mister charming
Oh, come on, come on, my literary girl
I can see the creases in the pages
Come on, come on, you're in your little world
Vicariously loving through the ages
Read your bodice ripper,
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done
Bodice ripper,
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done
Page 303, where Eugenia is crying ‘cause she thinks he's lying ‘bout his fortune
Eventually they will get back together with some hot, steamy s** in the orchard
Oh, come on, come on, my literary girl
I can see the creases in the pages
Come on, come on, you're in your little world
Vicariously loving through the ages
Read your bodice ripper,
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done
Bodice ripper,
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done
Hey girl, I know you need some fuel sometimes
Read your bodice ripper,
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done
Bodice ripper,
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done
Read your bodice ripper,
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done
Bodice ripper,
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done
I promise you I won't leave you hanging when you're done