London Derriere
 I watch you walk upon the streets of London,
You mini-skirt stretched tight, and looking sweet.
I watch you walk, and I walked in to a lamppost
 I didn't see, up on the London street.
So turn your back, and wiggle softly from me,
With mini-skirt, (perhaps no underwear).
Your legs are great!
But by the gods above me!
 I watch your wondrous London derriere!
The Paris girls are wonders full of beauty,
 And California grows the long-stemmed L.A. rose.
Berlin nights are full of life, and lovely,
 But London girls don't wear no panty-hose.
So turn your back, and wiggle softly from me.
And let me watch, and dream a dream so rare.
In my hotel, you naked there above me,
And then I watch your lovely London Derriere.