While still in college, I worked at a small insurance company. The guy I worked for was the VP, the only VP. He wore many hats one was Personnel. You might recall that old term. He was always the gentlemen. He quietly referred to lovlies with terms like "She has shoulders and eyeballs."
She has eyeballs.
Brits have Jodphurs, Yanks have Blue Jeans.
Mel McDaniels' song.
Down on the corner by the traffic light
Everybody's lookin' as she goes by
They turn their heads, and they watch her 'til she's gone
Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on
Up by the bus stop and across the street
Open up their windows to take a peek
How she goes walking, rockin' like a rollin' stone
Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on
She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene
It just comes naturally
No, the girl can't help it
Well, up on main street by the taxi stand
There's a crowd of people, and a traffic jam
She don't look back, she ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Lord, have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on
She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene
It just comes naturally
No, the girl can't help it
Down on the corner by the traffic light
Everybody's lookin' as she goes by
They turn their heads, and they watch her 'til she's gone
Lord, have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on
Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on
