Topless Taxi Driver

I know a Taxi Driver who doesn't wear a top.
I make her drive and drive, I won't let her stop.
I stare as I sit in the passenger seat.
Her bear tatas generate a lot of heat.
I ride in her Taxi seven days a week and I ride all day long.
She brings out the animal in me, I can't help it if that's wrong.
Some people say it's awful, they consider it to be a disgrace.
I don't know if the Taxi driver is pretty because I don't look at her face.
I said "Hell No!" when she asked if she should wear a blouse.
The fares have gotten so expensive that I had to sell my house.
A Cop just pulled us over and he's taking her to jail for indecent exposure.
I'm going to have to take cold showers until she gets out, that's for sure.

(This poem was inspired by a movie.)