I’m looking for something in red, all sexy and see through coz I’m off my head.
Something quite daring and intimate too
Maybe something in Blue.
Something to make my fella say phew
Something that’s lacy and almost obscene.
Now I’m considering Green.
Perhaps I’ll find something in white,
Something to tantalize at least half the night,
Flimsy and ever so ever so tight,
It really has to be right,
Maybe I’ll choose to wear black
Something to give him a passion attack
Something so naughty send him off his head
Then he won’t see me he’ll see red.
Well, I just asked him about colour –
Which is his favourite and does he like silk,
Or is it his preference to choose this; or that,
Well; his reaction came out in a,
What are you thinking of my woman dear
Is it not obvious is it not clear?
I really don’t give the proverbial hoot-
My favourite’s your birthday suit!
my friend sings a song about a woman at different stages in her life looking for clothes of various colour
it kept running in my head and i wrote this by way of stopping it