New song--"My husband's underwear are smaller than mine."

Okay, I wrote a new song a few minutes ago. It's not done yet, but here's a rough draft:

I was downstairs folding laundry
And much to my surprise.

I realized my husband's underwear
wouldn't fit over my thighs.

A tiny little wasteband
And skinny little legs.

No hips for them to rest on
Just a place to hold his....um....eggs.

That's all I have for now.