Them silver pantie liners
They set my mind to wonder
What incredible roaring thunder
Is brewing on the other side?
Don't ever kiss below the belt
Before you make a slight connection
A small talk conversation
Or a locking of the eyes
Your premature pleasures
They come at such great measures
A distasteful waste of efforts
Will ruin the surprise
Buckling your belt
When and almost silent whisper
Falls softly from the lips of a man
Down to a stranger's thigh
I'm sorry
I regret this
And I know that we'll forget this
But the only thing that I am able to sing
To you, now, is goodbye