Bodice Ripper -

Page 216

Where Victoria’s blushing, cause she’s crushing on the filthy farmhand

She’s squeaky clean

But she’s down in the bushes

And she’s doing it with mister charming

Oh, come on, come on, my literary girl

I can see the creases in the pages

Come on, come on, you’re in your little world

Vicariously loving through the ages

Read your bodice ripper

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done

Bodice ripper

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done

Page 303, where Eugenia is crying ‘cause she thinks he’s lying ‘bout his fortune

Eventually they will get back together with some hot, steamy sex in the orchard

Oh, come on, come on, my literary girl

I can see the creases in the pages

Come on, come on, you’re in your little world

Vicariously loving through the ages

Read your bodice ripper

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done

Bodice ripper

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done

Hey girl, I know you need some fuel sometimes

Read your bodice ripper

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done

Bodice ripper

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done

Read your bodice ripper

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done

Bodice ripper

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done

I promise you I won’t leave you hanging when you’re done