Curvette, Curvette-tall, slim, young,
Oh Curvette, you are a pearl
And there are others just like you
All caught up in the dragstrip whirl
You are there to help your man
To cheer, to yell, to scream, to sigh
And when his car finishes last
We often see you cry
Your's is a waiting game
Complete with sacrifices and all
Because he worked on his car
You missed the high school ball
But there are compensations
To the game you wish to play
Like when he's top eliminator
You are Queen that day
Sometimes you even make the magazines
Oh yes, we see you next to the car
And with those stretch pants, funny eyes,
high hair----yes, you'll go far
But as we watch we wonder
To whom are you really true?
Is it to him, dear Curvette
Or is it to only you????
Trivia: In the 1800's people segregated their books by the sex of the author.
Did You Know? Rabbits can see forward and backward at the same time. ( They probably use bunny-noculars)
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