Air in your bra as a tot I did hear
And wonderd with child like mind
What did it all mean?
I guess I'll find out in time
As I walked along singing my song
A gas station I happened to spy
So I thought to my slef this is the time
And up to the air hose I did go
And oh what a thrill
For this one little girl
Im must admit with a giggle...
That I laughed and I cried as it tickled
The sensations was cold rushing and bold
And didn't notice until later
But the looks I recieved
With the air hose up my sleeve
Were somthing quite queer altogether
And try and explain in your child like refrain
What you're doing with an air hose up there
As I laughed with glee... With the air hose up my sleeve
Air in your bra I would holler!
Lioness