You thought it was funny calling my bluff,
I thought I as clever acting all tough.
Skirt to my arse and cleavage on show,
You said, change the wheel it’s good stuff to know.
So picked up a tool I pushed and I pulled,
then battered my eye lids, you wernt easy to fool.
Your hands on mine the moment was soft,
till what’s his name appeared and gave a loud cough.
He followed us here he followed us there,
our moments together were constantly shared.
But for that moment in the garage of sin,
when I as the Queen and you were the King.
Karen Hayward ©2016