There was a
bad boy in my class, And his name was Dean,
With a ruler
he'd hitch up girlie's skirts, Showing what shouldn't be
seen!
There were two2
called Cheryl and Penny, And in class they were second
and first,
And both were
incredibly pretty. But Dean, he was the worst!
Now Cheryl
wore a big flouncy one. And a petticoat with white lace
trim,
And sometimes
we caught a glimpse of it. Just because of him!
Penny was the
brightest gir. And she had beautiful dark eyes,
And she wore
ordinary school skirts. That covered up her thighs.
But Dean
would sit behind her. And using the tool I've told you
about,
He'd quickly
lift her skirt hem up. And then the teacher would find
out.
And Dean
would get detention, But me, I'd had a thrill,
And because
of this bad boy's naughtiness, I expect I always will,
For whenever
I see a glimpse of lace, on stockinged thigh or above
the knee,
It always
manages to incite my desire, a slip lover I'll always
be!