Betty’s Got a Strap-On

 

Betty’s got a strap-on,

Oh mercy me.

My girlfriend can turn into a boyfriend,

easy as one, two, three.

 

It started as an innocent game,

between two bored college girls.

Now the whole sorority knows,

and the pride in Betty shows.

 

It wasn’t supposed to be this way,

no pictures on the internet,

but Betty’s brother found them,

and he got all upset.

(More like jealous, if you ask me).

 

Betty’s got a strap-on,

Oh mercy me.

My girlfriend can turn into a boyfriend,

easy as one, two, three.

 

So now were appearing in a well-known men’s magazine,

and after the video hits the stores,

we’ll be on your tv screens.

We’ll be just like Paris Hilton,

only not as shallow, we swear.

And you’ll get to see me in crotchless panties,

Betty let me borrow a pair.

 

Betty’s got a strap-on,

Oh mercy me.

My girlfriend can turn into a boyfriend,

easy as one, two, three.

 

-- R. A. Melos

copyright 2005

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