A stockbroker, down on her luck, Heard at BTI deals could be struck Mr. Fink said “that&am

A stockbroker, down on her luck,
Heard at BTI deals could be struck
Mr. Fink said “that’s right!”
“Just stare at this light!”
As she passed out she whispered “oh fuck…”

She woke up in Doc Corbin’s chair
With a probe up in her derrière
As it started to buzz
She forgot who she was
And pretty soon she didn’t care.

Then into a tank made of glass
Went the former stock-trading lass
They grew her hair out
And they made her less stout
While they amplified her tits and ass.

So everything worked out just sweet,
Though she never returned to Wall Street;
Her BimboTech session
Made an older profession
One for which she was made to compete!

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