Fine tuned body
Hung with silver and silicone
Dress to impress in sequined halters
And mini mini hiked up skirts
Diamonds slink from earlobes and
manicured fingertips
just to hook a Sugar Daddy
Appearances speak louder than those
Feminist bumper stickers
They fail to realize the meaning behind
As busty bronzed bimbos
blow kisses from brothel windows
It's all love and chocolate
'Till someone calls her a bitch
The only objection we have these days
Then you're off to another steetcorner
Bar
club
party
To find another set of tits
From which you suckle your machismo
No broads
boy
No broads
No baby girls for you to smack
No more empty sex in bathroom stalls
To make up for the nads you lack
It's time we put our foot down
Spike heeled as it may be
We're no longer just
Dressed To Impress
We're WOMEN
And we will make you see
