The last time I saw you
I tried to ignore you
But nothing quite subtle would work
You postured and gloated
And everyone noted
You giving each bloke a quick twerk
You cannot be by-passed
Your skirts are worn half-mast
With more than a bit on display
And fellers who see you
Get more than a preview
And those who don't look "Must be gay"
You dance in the nightclubs
Get legless in dock pubs
And flash as the sailors go past
Your make up is thickened
And most guys are sickened
And pass you on by....very fast
Oh Agnes ...dear Agnes
You fill us with sadness
Each night when you're up to your tricks
On high heels you're perching
Whilst folk are out searching
For 'Old Lady aged Ninety Six'
