I love the girls with,
big hips.
They walk by fast and do
random clips.
They just clip ya,
so you spin a bit.
And when your spin has stopped,
watch out that your pants haven't dropped.
Ah, the motherly hip,
here is a good tip.
When they swing by for a clip,
you got to move, move your hip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet David, Child baring hips are just a man's best friend! lol Hips to be cured for! lol Tai