The women against twinks, they say what they think, My husband's undies frilly and pink. He stole them from a twink, looking so suave, Now they're his favorite, he won't behave. The ladies gossip and laugh, shaking their heads, While my man struts around, thinking he's ahead. But deep down he knows, he's been caught red handed, In undies not his own, feeling enchanted. So here's to the women, who speak their mind, Calling out the twinks, leaving them behind. My husband's secret is out in...