Women don’t wear panties anymore. I went to wegmann’s yesterday for lunch and the bookstore. I saw two young women (over 18), from the back, with low rider jeans. Both were not wearing any panties. Ususally you see a bit of thong or a mile long tag hanging out, but no, nothing. Women (20-40 year old) don’t wear them anymore.
‘Women don’t wear panties anymore. I went to wegmann’s yesterday for lunch and the bookstore. I saw two young women (over 18), from the back, with low rider jeans. Both were not wearing any panties. Ususally you see a bit of thong or a mile long tag hanging out, but no, nothing. Women (20-40 year old) don’t wear them anymore.’
Yeah, I know. My wife usually goes commando but when she doesn’t I prefer the boy short type.
A friend said her doctor recommends no panties - the fresh air helps fight bacteria. She also recommends no thongs - it is a bacteria highway.
I can't imagine a thong is comfortable, but I never understood high heels either.
From my favorite South Teaxs Band Mean Gen Kelton and The Diehards. The “(How do you know”” is the audiences part.
CHORUS
My baby don’t wear no panties - ask me how I know
(How do you know... how do you know...)
I said my baby don’t wear no panties - ask me how I know
(How do you know... how do you know...)
She said she likes that natural feelin’ and she knows it turns me on
I took her for a ride in my drop top Cadillac
She put one foot in the front seat, one foot in the back
The full moon was risin as she began to squeal
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands on the wheel, (cause)
REPEAT CHORUS
I came home late from work, tired and plum give out
Baby wanted to party... she was dancing all about
She stood up on the bed, started doing the bump and grind
She raised up her dress - you know it works every time
REPEAT CHORUS
I took her to party, the band began to play
The music and the whiskey seemed to carry her away
She was dancing on the tables and putting on a show
The crowd was goin’ crazy, now everybody knows
REPEAT CHORUS
Took her riding on my Harley, she wore a leather mini skirt
She dug her nails into my shoulders when we laid into the curves
I went through all the gears, maxed out the RPM
She was screaming faster faster, with both legs in the wind, cause
REPEAT CHORUS
My baby wears garter belts, my baby wears spike high heels
My baby wears fishnet stockings, she’s always dressed to kill
My baby likes to tease me, when shes dancin’ on the floor
She sneaks me a peek, says do you want to see some more, cause
REPEAT CHORUS
© 1990 Gene Kelton Music, BMI