
Blue Brassiere Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2001
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