That's You , Miss Sue - Part 11 (Patreon)

The 2nd song ends far too soon

Your head drops shamefully down,

The manger’s voice curtly commands

“Drop your panties girl - let’s see that pubic mound.”

You shimmy your shoulders

And wiggle your ass to the seductive beat,

Then, with a sigh, you slide you panties over your hips,

Until they fall disgracefully puddled at your feet.

As your panties descend

So does all your female self-respect,

You’ll never be considered a “Lady” again,

The reality of this you cannot deflect.

There you stand Miss Sue - in your birthday suit

Just another cunt shamefully exposed,

Displayed bare-assed upon a stage

Clad only in heels and thigh-high hose.

All the men blatantly gawk at you

Faces reflecting lewd and lascivious desires,

You’ve come a long, long way baby

From your performances in church choirs.

Face burning with shame

You glance at Karen - looking for solace,

But her stark countenance speaks volumes,

It’s clear she thinks your conduct is atrocious.

Your eyes blur with tears

As you shift your gaze to Bill,

“Is that a bulge in his pants?”

OMG - you begin to fill ill.

The condescending smirk in his face is something

You’ve never seen from a man before,

You recognize the cruel truth,

He now views you as nothing but a whore.