Let me go shoot some Nuns
I know where they walk after lunch
White habits on the side of the road
Smiling innocent while the wind blows
Skirts up, yes I know...
so I want to shoot that Nun show
I will mount my steed, ride with speed
Up to where the Nuns live on the mountain side
Park my bike and try to hide
And secretly shoot their skirts in the wind..
because none of this is lust or sin
it is just photography
70 degrees below the skin
They feel it I KNOW