Ode to My Bra

I was eleven
You had a bow and were trimmed with lace
You were the reason Danny Schmidt put herpes on my face
He pinged my strap and I thought that was good
Until he took me to the loo and touched under my hood

This is an ode to my bra
The loyal friend you are
Always supporting me
Even though I didn't need it
This is an ode to my bra
Through the years we've come so far
As tight as friends could be
But now it's time I swing free

At twenty-one my boobs still hadn't grown
I bought a push-up filled with gel, it fell and broke my toe
But you were practical, we'd run and bounce and play
And oh my God, the men we had. The good, the bad, the gay

This is an ode to my bra
From London to Zanzibar
You always had my back
But now it's time I let them flap
This is an ode to my bra
But this bond has gone too far
For years you've crushed my ribs
And now it's time to free the tits
Time to free the tits
Time to free the tits

Now I'm gonna shake 'em
And jiggle and bounce
And yes I'll risk
That when it's brisk
My nips might cut their way out

I was eleven
You had a bow and were trimmed with lace
You are the reason
That I still have herpes on my face

I never needed a bra
My little titties never could have dropped far
My credit card could have gone in my bag
Guess now we'll see how much they really sag
This is an ode to my bra
But adios and au revoir
For years you crushed my ribs
But now it's time I free the tits
Free the tits