You left your panties,
In my car last night.
Right there on the dashboard,
Out in plain sight.
The ones I gave you,
Last Halloween,
You know the black ones,
With the round orange things.
A cop pulled me over,
And saw them there.
And thought they were his girlfriend's,
A girl Named Clare.
He was going to give me,
A cavity search,
Till I finally convinced him,
That they were yours.
When he let me go,
I cried oh my lord.
Why'd she leave these damned panties,
On my car's dashboard.
Don Juan Tenorio
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