'Tis the day decreed from her throne;
Where all must wear that sacred colour.
A symbol of undying devotion,
An offering of our love and lust.
From dawn till dusk, we'll obey her word.

Whether it be a sexy thong,
A cheeky Frenchie or maybe even,
A crimson crotch rope—feeling oh, so divine.
Whate'er the choice, wet we shall be,
But only one is allowed to satisfy need.

No excuses; no exceptions;
Absolutely no complaining!
To kneel and to serve,
While fiery red licks at our dripping cunts.
That's the Friday mantra which all her toys must love.

All under her domain must heed this rule.
For obedience is our sole delight.
And finally, we celebrate Red Thong Friday.
So proudly, red we shall wear;
Lest red shall be our asses.