Call of the Bodice Marc Gunn

Through thunder and storms
They brave the weather
Barely breathing
And ensnared by leather

A trap is laid
Of leather and lace
All male eyes are drawn to...
The Call of the Bodice!

There's no hope for man
Whether sober or pissed
When he sees her eyes
His choice is his bliss

The supple roundness
Of breasts for to taste
He is a prisoner to...
Thе Call of the Bodice!

And no man can help
But shakе away a tear
When he sees her shelf
Hold and drink a beer

This is the barrier
That he longs to undress
The dreams of men who hear...
The Call of the Bodice!