| The bottom line is men disgust me
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| With their foolish scoffs and backwards glances
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| Impotent retentive sticklers
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| Excessive punching
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| Looking for the perfect match I’d found myself
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| Fumbling in a backseat with some effeminate anarcho-rocker
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| Until I found I was allergic to his lipstick
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| But by that time he had let me know that I was too macho for him anyway
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| There’s no such creature as the so-called '90s man
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| It’s a myth, a lie, an utter fabrication
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| Every beach boy’s waking dream is pornographic gluttony
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| No holds barred, seven
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| Well hung, well hung |