My sweet granddaughter Emily spent the night with me last week. As we were getting dressed in the morning - well, let me first tell you that she thinks it's funny when she gets dressed in my bedroom and I get dressed in the walk-in closet. She always turns the closet light off, I always yell and complain, everyone has a good time. Last week, however, I had more trouble than usual finding my clothes in the dark so I came out of the closet (so to speak) in my panties and bra.
I wish you could have seen the look of bewilderment on her face. "Jeano! Why does your underwear go up so high?"
Emily had never heard the expression "granny panties." That's not right. Girls need to know they have options and it's to them that I dedicate this song:
Granny Panties
(sung to the tune of You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling)
You'll never see a thong anytime that I sit by you-oo-oo
And there's no hint of lace or a bow to come peekin' through-oo-oo
Bikini briefs are forgotten
And baby, baby they're cotton!
I'm wearin' graaaaaaaanny panties
Whoa-oh-oh granny panties
I'm wearin' granny panties
That go way...up...high...whoa-oh-oh-oh.
They're mostly black and beige but that's more than you want to know-oh-oh
And I wear bras that match, so I'm sure that I'm good to go-oh-oh
Now don't you think that I'm frumpy
'Cause baby, baby I'm comfy!
I'm wearin' graaaaaaaanny panties
Whoa-oh-oh granny panties
I'm wearin' granny panties
that go way...up...high...whoa-oh-oh-oh.
