By Harem
Date: 11 April 2001
' Kilt and Bagpipes '
He's a Scottish sort
Of Welsh descent
With teasing kilt
A bashful gent
No blarney bloke
No fancy free
No kiss and tell
When he kisses me
I tilt his kilt
When I hugs his neck
I shiver his timbers
When I gives him a peck
He sparkles my eyes
When he strokes my hair
When he holds me close
And whispers, 'I care'
He's so much fun
We stays up late
I call him Mike
He calls me Kate
I misses him so
When he's away
We loves to share
We loves to play
His bagpipes thrill
When squeezed just right
His melodies fill
My every night
So never you thinks
That skirts on mens
Means they ain't strong
With female friends
My Scottish man
Gives me delights
Kicks his kilt
With me just right
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