My special K
I bet you love your comfy knickers
But they are still not all the rage,
There's no strings and there not sexy
And they must, make you feel your age.
But until you're a size sixteen again?
And you can get in to a thong which fits
You can carry on with the big KNICKERS,
And pull them over your - -
you are always, always with me
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