The female body

What are those things that look like wings
That hang above the elbow and softly sing
With flapping sounds and whistling
Oh, the arms of a female body
What is that pouch that shows when you slouch
That hides things within just like a couch
It sometimes has the face of a grouch
Oh, the stomach of a female body
But what is that swelling that has made a dwelling
On the lower backside that has no telling
Why in the world men find it compelling
Course, the hips of a female body
What about that rack that sits on the back
On top of another they perfectly stack
The smoothing of wrinkles it certainly does lack
Duh, the backside of a female body
Wait, what are those dips below the hips
That kind of cave in and are fun to grip
If used together, they could sink ships
Right, the thighs of a female body
I can actually see, a glimpse of this anatomy
It all finally makes sense to me
It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be
Because I have a female body...