Pin-up Girl

You’d pin a blue ribbon on that, wouldn’t you?

Isn’t that just the sweetest face?

You can cut her right out of that magazine

Cut her right out of her place
Let’s play Pin the Tail on the Donkey, Baby

Pinned to the wall or pinned to the mat

You’re on needles and pins at the gloss of her mouth

But who’d see any harm in that

Did you see them playing at Nine Pins, Honey?

That’s your definition, right?

Twenty years and longer inanimate

Wearing a swimsuit that’s tight

O, you sweet thing, you

You shouldn’t make such enemies