I’m walking down Bay Street with the boyz, and there is a Craco on the corner, on roller blades, long black trench coat, with a paper bag on his head, screaming, “look at me, what color am I?”
Then (cuz I am the luckiest person in the whole of Toronto,) he sees me and yells, “Let me see your panties.”
And he yells over and over again, “Let me see your panties, I am still a man”
The boyz, being the gentlemen that they are, hustle me off laughing their heads off.
And all day I’ve had to put up with phone calls that start with,
“Ummm CP, May I see your panties.”
“Where yuh panties girl?”
“What I tell yuh about leaving dem panties on the sidewalk”
"Lemme see yuh panties nah gyal"