Hey There Cutie

Hey there, cutie.
I strut, I pose, I strike a stance.
How's it hanging?

This is my gallant quip as I flirt, the girls with nary a frown.
My wit is like a sword, my charm, like a lance.
Hey there, cutie.

I am a knight in armor, beckoning a princess in a gown.
I preen and I groom, I bask in my arrogance.
How's it hanging?

The hallways aflutter, as the cutest girl walks down,
I casually remark, stuck in a trance.
Hey there, cutie.

The girls begin to giggle, I feel like a clown.
To check my appearance, I take a quick glance.
How's it hanging?

I find that my fly is down.
And this was the day I decided to go without any underpants.
Hey there, cutie.
How's it hanging?