Nicholas Burgess - Bodice Ripper lyrics

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