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Can I trust this hairy woman, |
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to hide out when I'm embarassed, |
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so embarassed by injustice that shuts doors on hairy women, |
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There's no place inside this romance, |
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for a girl that's clearly balding, |
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so embarassed by injustice that shuts doors on balding women. |
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We despise the narrow souls we tend, |
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the bowls of bones that skulls descend, |
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the shallow pools of lust, |
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that drown our tallest women. |
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Though this is a place of business, |
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where they pay with mumbo-jumbo, |
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I have praise for every fantasy that braves a hairy nipple, |
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We despise the narrow souls we found, |
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that haunt us fifteen years from now, |
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they just have no remorse, |
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they shut their doors on women, |
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I'm so embarassed. |