A Bit of Skirt

In the pub the other Saturday night:
Girl walks past – skirt like a pelmet –
Barely there – you know the phrases.
Off up Bradford Road, no doubt.
There, to scream and shout in the early hours
After a skinful and a dance,
And a fight,
And a quick one by the bins.

Or I could be wrong and
She could be a very respectable girl
With a penchant for chapped legs.