If I leave Williamsburg tomorrow,
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now,
‘Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.
But if I stayed here with you,
My girls just wouldn’t be the same.
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And these boobs you cannot change.
Miss Heather (bastardizing Lynyrd Skynyrd)
*From Wythe Avenue
this is my new favorite.
That is fantastic!