I’m bringing my breast pump to India
Indeed it is true.
You may think I’m an idiot,
Well, I think I’m one too.
Pumping on and Indian train and at the Taj Mahal,
It seems no matter where I pump, I’ll be hot as balls.
And when my milk is all dried up
despite my best attempt,
My pump will look me in the eyes and say:
“I’m just so glad we went.”