There is a new necklace in town When it is hidden, it is a treasure When it is unduly exposed You can call it a trash Sadly, adorned on a select few Who have lost their sense of morality In a generation worse than Soddom and Gomorra
Should I spot your necklace exposed I will look as far as my eyes can see For ages, you made us commit "lookery" Then graduated to the beautiful art of "touchery" Which usually crystallises to smooching Reducing the value of "This New Necklace"
If it is a treasure, cover up Why pay for it, when it is free? They come in different shades and sizes While the perfect sizes are about 45:55 with blazing pointers Usually located on the upper ventral region These new necklasses are golden kept sealed
The intention is to ****** the son of man Tricksters bearing precious ornaments Dis-oriented homebreakers and seeds of Jezebel Even if it is not the standard areola size Give yourself some value and cover up Because all we see is a worthlessly-worthless non-entity
Just that you know our truth Under the spell of palmwine and chilled beers We talk about your shapes and sizes Even your ringtone we try to mimick But we'll never talk about our precious jewel The one who covered up to conjugality It's never late to be right my dear If you've got it, and it is a treasure, cover up...