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