Panties
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Mark Heathcote
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Hang your panties on the line and dance
There's no time to weep
Hang your undies in the sun in the breeze
Dance and bend your knees
Peg them bloomers, let them blow
Live your life like you're naked and happy,
Whistle in the air, wear a floppy big-hat.
Be happy you aren't a baby with legs chafing.
Be happy your neighbour steals your silks and fancies you.
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