There’s no ass
Like the ass that
I see at the mall;
No tits like it either.
Girls, with their shirts
Down to here
And their skirts
Up to there,
So that their tits spill
Out over their bras
And their asses fall
Out under the cloth,
All to impress
I-don’t-know-who.
Yes, I love the mall,
But I don’t go to shop,
No, I love the mall
Because I love to watch.
LOU RASMUS 