FORGIVE ME KATE SMITH!
(to the tune of "When the moon comes over the mountain")

When the moon shines under your waistline
Every glimpse brings a dream, dear, of you
And oh! as you stroll, how your gluteus rolls!
And sweat beads your valley like dew.

My day it is grey and dreary
But your moonshine is bright and cheery
When the moon shines under your waistline
Leave me alone with my memories of you