He says it is'nt right
That they give him a fright
My words and their meanings
My likes and my leanings
So my emotions I fight
And try to conceal
All that I feel
But deep down I know
That long tresses with curls
Slender necks with pearls
Fragrant skin, shaped brow
Don't for me somehow
Hold the same attraction
As the rough morning stubble
The brawn and the muscle
It just ain't the same
So I live with the bane
And go out with Jane
But once she's gone
I wish she were John ;-)
I wish she were John ;-)
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