Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Should I really shave my hairy ваlls?
If I don’t, she’ll surely вiтсh,
She doesn’t care how much I’ll itch?
Take the razor and lather up,
(Gawd that вiтсh is so corrupt)
Don’t she care that I could slip?
Shave my ваlls - and cut off my diск?
Easy now - hands don’t shake,
She’ll call me “Stumpy” with one mistake.
Рuвеs in her teeth she really can’t bear,
If I want some head - get ridda the hair.
So I shave my ваlls all nice and slick,
Did it up nice - without one nick!
“Feel ’em baby - they’re so smooth!”
“Take off your clothes - get in the groove!”
She looks at me from our little bed,
“I’m sleepy, Baby - ain’t givin’ no head!”
She rolls on over - and gives me her back,
I’m so рissеd off - I’m about to сrаск!
Next day it’s breakfast in the sheets,
I spoon her bites which she gladly eats.
And I must confess I think it’s fair,
That her omelette was made with рuвiс hair!
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