Hut hut hike,
Look at the dark in her eyes
I wonder if she’ll let me turn on the lights
she’s tryin’ to look tough
but I don’t think she’ll hike that football right.
Like behind a wardrobe
lace stays in and out of sight.
In a stance preparing for a football dance,
she stares in a trance
On any given Sunday
she won’t be asking for your sweat pants.
She keeps herself abreast on football,
far from imitation - no RuPaul.
Hand on knee
She’s in a stance, not at rest
Ah… I see you looking but I refuse to speak about her breasts…