| 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 |