Silver Panty Liners

Them silver pantie liners
They set my mind to wonder
What incredible roaring thunder
Is brewing on the other side?
Don't ever kiss below the belt
Before you make a slight connection
A small talk conversation
Or a locking of the eyes
Your premature pleasures
They come at such great measures
A distasteful waste of efforts
Will ruin the surprise
Buckling your belt
When and almost silent whisper
Falls softly from the lips of a man
Down to a stranger's thigh
I'm sorry
I regret this
And I know that we'll forget this
But the only thing that I am able to sing
To you, now, is goodbye