Ode to a Jog Bra

June 30, 2008

With apologies to Ms. Benatar. And yes, that's the bra's actual name.

Your cloth is like an angel wing, crossing over my rack
Securin' me in your lycra blend, even on the track
You're the right kind of jog bra, to release my inner Iron Man
The unshakeable sprinter, and I know I want a Steak Diane
You're a Bounce Breaker
Mile maker, sweat taker
Won't you run around with me?
You're a Bounce Breaker
Mile maker, sweat taker
Won't you run around - yeah yeah yeah!

Your straps have quelled my slaps and pain, wigglin' out of control
You put me smack in the fast lane, now it's joggin' my soul
You're the right kind of jog bra, to release my inner Iron Man
The unshakeable sprinter, and I know I want a Steak Diane

You're a Bounce Breaker
Mile maker, sweat taker
Won't you run around with me?
You're a Bounce Breaker
Mile maker, sweat taker
Won't you run around - yeah yeah yeah!