| Egyptian cream, she loves to smear
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| She loves to smear it everywhere
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| On her face and on her hands
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| Till she feels like she’s a man
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| And when the change comes and the hair grows all over her skin
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| She’s a natural; |
| she’s part of the body she’s in
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| In the Sahara, there she lay
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| On an ironing board one day
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| She was gone for seven months
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| Hadn’t guessed what happened once
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| When they told her «You're pregnant.» |
| she threw up her hands
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| And thousands of fingers grew out of the sand
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| Egyptian cream
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| Egyptian cream, she loves to smear
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| She loves to smear it everywhere
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| When you’re sore, too sore to dream
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| Try some more Egyptian cream
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| And when the change comes and the grass grows all over the mound
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| The tadpoles come slithering out of the ground
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| Egyptian cream |