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Come fair lady to mine bed we go |
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And verily sweet pleasures we shall know |
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Yet where thy belly meets thy limb |
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I beseech thee give a trim |
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For thy bush doth overflow |
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My lady doth have a 70s muff |
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A 1470s muff, hmm? |
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Zounds! It's as prickly as a Christmas wreath |
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Think it might hide some baby birds beneath |
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Pray shave it off to make a coat |
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There are fur balls down mine throat |
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Short and curlies twixt my teeth |
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I sayeth not thy vagina is hirsute |
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But it lookest like thou hast Buckwheat in a leg lock, hmm? |
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But soft what hair through yonder girdle grows |
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To be or not to be put in cornrows |
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Oh it is beastly and unruly |
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And it smelleth of patchouli |
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And that offends my nose |
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I sayeth not that thou art furry down there |
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But it doth resemble Fidel Castro eating a London broil, hmm? |
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Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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Medieval Bush |
