Greta X

party’s over, it’s time to change
shoes away, i neatly arrange
next the hairdo on the block
put away my lovely frock
TV, TV

underwear tidied away
38 bust just for a day
heels so high, my fur’s so fine
all the women’s
things, they are mine
TV, TV

chorus:
i’m a joyous glad TV
why don't you come TV with me?
I know a girl who loves to dress me
up like this and then caress me
to remind me of the way
i used to go both night and day
in femininity there's a pride
we'll marry soon – i’ll be the bride

chi chi, pamela, or barbara
what a good girl you really are
the poetry is awful, so’s your prose
what’s your gender? No one knows
TV, TV

rpt chorus to end.