Mrs Thompson

Oh Mrs. Thompson,
Won’t you open your legs again?
I miss the times when
We would bump and fight,
And then make love, love, love.
And sweet Delilah,
How sweet you do sit
Upon my brawn
Now I’m just a crime,
Upon this city,
So watch me wriggle
Oh for my life,
For if a thousand men,
Couldn’t put me by together again,
Who am I?
Sweet Mrs. Thompson
Don’t you say,
Are you concentrate through me?
Oh I miss our dates when
We would sit down
By the world’s side
And then I’m just a crime,
Upon this city,
Oh watch me wriggle
Oh for my life,
For if a thousand men,
Couldn’t put me by together again,
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?