Waterloo Lily

The view, Sixth Avenue
The legs of Waterloo Lily
Black tights for dark nights
On a trip through Piccadilly
If you knew the kind of glue
She gums her eyelids with
Realize, on those eyes
That's a gum you'd rather not use
From a jar, in the house of Waterloo Lily
Painted red, the double bed
The biggest in the city
Especially sprung, hung undone
To stimulate delight
*** machines seem but clean
She does things, you call her true
Waterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all on
Got a bra to fit a car
A port upon her back you warm your feet on
A corset keeps her in
So when you pull a string it lets it all out
Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly blue
Pint of white on Lily's lip
The daily upper door
Down the caff, a cup of char
Double dog walk, brown and British
Imagine you and Lily too, aboard a double bunk
Riding two, it's out of view
All the things your sister won't
Waterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all on
Got a bra to fit a car
A port upon her back you warm your feet on
A corset keeps her in
So when you pull a string it lets it all out
Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly blue