Talk of the Town

This old bra's been through its day. Stretched too thin in too many ways. The puppies are

big, can't keep 'em down. Nips pokin' through in this little town. Can't take a step

without a holler or a glance. Whistles flyin', every fella takes a chance.

Ow! I ain't complainin'. I ain't buyin' new. I'm hangin' out and they're lovin'

the view. The men shout, "Girl, you're makin' us bounce".

It's all in good fun, I'm the talk of the town. Hoo!

The gals at the diner, they roll their eyes. But the fellas jaws

drop like pies in the sky. Tried to hide it once, didn't feel right.