White Shirts & Rain

I was fifteen years old, a young innocent boy
On a playground at school, when I first met Joy
Her T-shirt was white, and her chest was quite large
When the storm clouds rolled in, it started commin' down hard
White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change
We knew she had a set, but when she got em both wet
You could see everything; I just stood there in aw
She didn’t have on a bra; a cold wind hit her back
And out popped her rack, white shirts and rain
I’ve heard em called hangers; I’ve heard em called cans
I’ve heard em called cha-cha's n chi-chi's n boobies, n two really good friends
Some like to be pet on, pinched on and pulled
Some like to be kissed on, some you can’t touch at all
White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change
They’ve all got a set, but when they get em both wet
You can see everything, and it’s hard not to stare
When they’re sittin right, over there, could you run through my lawn
I got my sprinkler on, because today looks like no, rain