For twenty-five years, we’ve Uplifted the town,
From A cups to K cups, we don’t let you down.
UpLifting the ladies, their chests and their pride,
With bras or with binders, that, they decide
The stories we’ve heard, the tales they’ve told,
Of heartbreak and joy, of daring and bold.
The fitting room secrets, the laughs and the cries,
The hunt for a unicorn, Does it come in my size?
From brides on a mission to Drag Star queens,
To grannies just wanting to look seventeen.
We’ve strapped them and shaped them, smoothed every line,
Taught them the art of the shape and the line
But New York’s a beast with a landlord’s grip,
A squeeze tighter than a LuPone quip….
The rent got too high, the margins too thin,
Even our girdles can’t hold it all in.
So here’s to the memories, the lace and the laughs,
The lives we supported, and so many gaffs!
We’re closing the doors, but don’t shed a tear—
The spirit of BraTenders just may appear!
So stand tall, my friends, with shoulders pulled back,
Face the world boldly, with confidence stacked.
For under the clothes, there’s power and poise—
And a damn good bra is the proudest of joys
