I long for the days of the sweater girl,

Those innocent days.

In dreams she would haunt us,

She'd tease us and taunt us

In reds, whites and grays.

Some say that today's is a better girl,

A girl you can touch.

She's strong and aggressive

Or sweet and caressive;

She's sometimes too much.

For instance, when she is a wetter girl,

Aswim at the beach

In G-string bikini,

So tiny, so teeny;

It's all within reach.

And then there's the case of the letter girl,

A feminine jock.

She'll kick, hit and chase balls

Like soccer and baseballs;

Watch out for her sock!

I long for the days of the sweater girl,

With figure supreme.

She'd make us delirious

But still be mysterious,

And leave us our dream.