Blue Brassiere Lyrics

My baby's got a blue brassiere

I've been trying to cheer it up all year

It hardly ever gets no rest

It's always holding up her breasts

Born at Victoria's Secret

Hanging out there on the rack

Waiting for someone to cling to

It jumped in the pink striped sack

She paid for the clasp. She held it so dear

My baby's got a blue brassiere

My baby wears a business suit

Amazing that she still looks cute

High-heeled shoes with open toes

She sure knows how to buy nice clothes

When she gets home from a hard day

She strips on the way to the bed

Peels off those silky pantyhose

Turns and then shakes her head

She's looking at me. Says, I gotta get free

It falls to the floor and sheds one last tear

My baby's got a blue brassiere

In a closet full of lingerie

Pink garters and a negligee

Can't but help let go a smirk

At the chump who's doing all the work

Born at Victoria's Secret

It sits in the back of a drawer

Smiles at her every morning

Begs to be worn some more

She straps it on, and looks in the mirror

My baby's got a blue brassiere