Victoria has a secret.
When I was just a girl I would watch ladies pass
Look at their bustle and laugh at their ass
Every morning I would awake from my blissful sleep.
I would tighten mothers girdle until her skin would seep
Through the laces and budge out the back.
Breasts crushed to her chest, nice and flat
Hair pinned up in a tight roll bun.
Hours to dress, just can’t be any fun
I remember thinking why does it have to be so hard.
Pushed and pulled left physically scared
Who was to blame for designing this shit?
Ladies crushed bones just to make this shit fit
Layer upon layer, like a Sarah lee cake!
I could see we needed change. A total remake!
I sat for hours with my thoughts, pen and pad,
writing, drawing, designing like mad
Options to girdles, corsets and the such.
Detailed and delicate. Maybe a little too much!
I showed my friend my revolutionary designs.
Hand to her mouth “oh!” I can read through the lines
A look of horror spread over her face.
don’t show anyone you’ll bring your family disgrace
So I would only draw in my room late at night.
Put my book in my wooden chest and lock it tight
Over the years I completed many new creations.
Kept them locked in that chest for many generations
Until eventually one of my distant offspring.
Had the chest opened, she was opposed to hoarding
The most beautiful pictures, what a surprise!
hundreds of amazing design. No ,more why’s?
The word was out they would no longer keep it.
The magic and splendor of Victoria’s secret
Look at their bustle and laugh at their ass
Every morning I would awake from my blissful sleep.
I would tighten mothers girdle until her skin would seep
Through the laces and budge out the back.
Breasts crushed to her chest, nice and flat
Hair pinned up in a tight roll bun.
Hours to dress, just can’t be any fun
I remember thinking why does it have to be so hard.
Pushed and pulled left physically scared
Who was to blame for designing this shit?
Ladies crushed bones just to make this shit fit
Layer upon layer, like a Sarah lee cake!
I could see we needed change. A total remake!
I sat for hours with my thoughts, pen and pad,
writing, drawing, designing like mad
Options to girdles, corsets and the such.
Detailed and delicate. Maybe a little too much!
I showed my friend my revolutionary designs.
Hand to her mouth “oh!” I can read through the lines
A look of horror spread over her face.
don’t show anyone you’ll bring your family disgrace
So I would only draw in my room late at night.
Put my book in my wooden chest and lock it tight
Over the years I completed many new creations.
Kept them locked in that chest for many generations
Until eventually one of my distant offspring.
Had the chest opened, she was opposed to hoarding
The most beautiful pictures, what a surprise!
hundreds of amazing design. No ,more why’s?
The word was out they would no longer keep it.
The magic and splendor of Victoria’s secret