(One of those had-a-bad-day riffs, still not sure whether I should post it.)
You got legs.
And a skirt to show them off.
Well I can see you got legs.
It's not my business, how beautiful they are,
It's not something I wanted to know.
I got eyes.
They only see what's in front of them,
And that, none too well.
If I see your legs in that skirt you're wearing,
Is it my fault or yours?
I don't know.
Fashion, what you wreak in men!
What you wreak in women!
I was already distracted,
My thoughts gone far afield
To arcane mathematical hobbies,
And now I see your legs.
You got needs.
I can see your needs in the fashion you wear.
But I'm not one to see your legs
And I'm not one to know your needs.
Will you pardon me
If I turn my eyes away?
[Really hadn't wanted to channel ZZ Top today.]