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To all girls: This is a poem for us!
I shave my legs, I sit down to pee, And I can justify Any shopping spree. Don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon, I can get a massage, Without a hard on. I can pump my own gas, and talk to my friends about the size of my ass. My beauty's a masterpiece, and yes, it takes long. At least I can admit to others when I'm wrong. I don't drive in circles, at any cost, And I don't have a problem Admitting when I'm lost. I never forget an important date. You just gotta deal with it, I'm usually late. I don't watch movies with lots of gore, And I don't need an instant replay to remember the score. I won't lose my hair, and I don't get jock itch. And just cuz I'm assertive, Don't call me a bitch. Don't say to your friends "Oh yeah I can get her." In your dreams, my dear. I could do better! Flowers are ok, but roses are the best. Look at me, you idiot, NOT AT MY CHEST! I don't have a problem with admitting my feelings. I know when you're lying because you look at the ceiling. Don't call me a girl, a babe, or a chick. I am a woman! Get it you dick?! |
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