SENT TO ME BY EMAIL FROM Sooke and I do wish I had.........hahaha
�Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits�
By Pam Ayres�
�Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers,�
�Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers,�
�Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers,�
�Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.�
�'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning.�
�It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning,�
�And those dirty memories are rapidly dimming,�
�Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits�
�'Cos tits can be such troublesome things�
�When they no longer bounce, but dangle and swing.�
�And although they go well with my Bingo wings,�
�I wish I'd looked after me tits.�
�When they're both long enough to tie up in a bow,�
�When it's not the sweet chariot that swings low,�
�When they're less of a friend and more of a foe,�
�Then I wish I'd looked after me tits.�
�When I was young I got whistles and hoots,�
�From the men on the site to the men in the suits,�
�Now me nipples get stuck in the zips on me boots,�
�Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits�
�When I was younger I rode bikes and scooters,�
�Cruising around with my favourite suitors.�
�Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters,�
�I wish I'd looked after me tits.�
�When they follow behind and get trapped in the door,�
�When they're less in the air and more near the floor,�
�When people see less of them rather than more,�
�Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits�