Buxom

She said: I don’t know what it’s for
I’ll just walk through the door
And time goes by so slowly without her

Buxom, your sweater’s tight
And I’ve been taking it easy lately
Your passion is so, so fine
Won’t you call me lately?

And she looked at the door
Said: I don’t know what it’s for
Time goes by so quickly inside you that

Buxom, your sweater’s tight
And I’ve been taking it easy lately
Your passion is so, so fine
Won’t you call me lately?

And she walked through the door
Said: I don’t know what that was for
The time goes so slowly without her