I saw a painted lady
In a garden once, some other day;
If it was a butterfly I would have carried on my way;
But, it was a lady, painted;
Body paints, you know;
Underneath, quite naked,
So, I fainted!
I do that
From time to time,
And to the floor
I had to go.
The painted lady helped me up
And made sure I was fine;
Then she popped me on a 17 Bus,
And I was home by half-past nine.
I never got my prescription from the chemists
That fine day,
I had to go back the day after;
And the day after that;
And; well, to cut a long story short…
the painted lady
had gone away.
