You look pretty good on Sundays,
Like pretty sister Nancy,
Always catching our fancy.
We looking down on you from high heels,
And you? Our admirations you feed.
You look pretty good on Sun-Days,
Like smoking Sissy Nancy,
Always catching our fancy.
Shining, glowing, beaming your rays,
arrays of colorful lights pouring down on you.
You look damn good on Sun-Days.
On Sundays with your shiny apparel,
Your dazzling, tempting enshroudment.
And on Sun-Days your glaring, tempting cotton.
Your fiery, arousing fabric.
You look good on Sundays and Sun-Days too.
Your audience on Sundays,
Sings your moral praises
On Sun-Days you set,
Their libido in blazes.
A calm sea on Sundays, a raging storm on Sun-Days
You look pretty good on some days,
On Sundays and Sun-Days.
Hypnotizing, mesmerizing all
But on other days,
We see you in full glory,
Looking pretty damn ugly, Sister, WHY?
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept