Bras Kunt And The Gang

I just can’t stop
Going in charity shops
Where I take off my top
And I try on all the ladies’ bras

It thrills me to bits
When I get the hit
From the second hand tits
That is wafting off those ladies’ bras

I love a bra and its
Straps and lacy bits
Cups that smell like tits
Bras

Through these bras I’m sifting
Naughty and uplifting
Reputation risking
Bras

I feel so thrilled
When I think of the build
Of the breasts that once filled
All the cups of these ladies’ bras

Some people might frown
But I go to town
I’m naked from the waist down
And on my top half – just ladies’ bras