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'' Not One Who's Been Reconditioned ''
Her hair was blonde,
Via a chemical bond,
The public would stand and stare,
As for beauty it was above and beyond,
It's not natural that colour of hair.
Eyebrows ripped,
Hair follicles stripped,
It's time to start anew,
Groucho Marx couldn't write the script,
They're now on by tattoo.
Eyelashes like tar,
Which stretch out far,
I refuse to tell a lie,
They're like the wipers on my new car,
A kiss means a poke in the eye.
Like a bowling lawn,
The wrinkles are gone,
Her face now barely moves,
Botox from the hair salon,
Hides all her facial grooves.
Her brand new craze,
Has me in a daze,
To me it's a total farce,
I hope it's just a passing phase,
She's now craving for a bigger arse?
This has me floored,
I am being ignored,
Her face will no longer smile,
She's like a banger badly restored,
When she moves I run a mile.
While making love,
With her above,
It's like going into battle,
She has the grace of a wingless dove,
I can hear her pearly whites rattle.
The passing of time,
Is not a crime,
Ageing should be done with grace,
I want my partner to look sublime,
Not like something from outer space.
This life is tough,
I've had enough,
The female world I've petitioned,
I'm looking for a bit of rough,
' Not One Who's Been Reconditioned '
Via a chemical bond,
The public would stand and stare,
As for beauty it was above and beyond,
It's not natural that colour of hair.
Eyebrows ripped,
Hair follicles stripped,
It's time to start anew,
Groucho Marx couldn't write the script,
They're now on by tattoo.
Eyelashes like tar,
Which stretch out far,
I refuse to tell a lie,
They're like the wipers on my new car,
A kiss means a poke in the eye.
Like a bowling lawn,
The wrinkles are gone,
Her face now barely moves,
Botox from the hair salon,
Hides all her facial grooves.
Her brand new craze,
Has me in a daze,
To me it's a total farce,
I hope it's just a passing phase,
She's now craving for a bigger arse?
This has me floored,
I am being ignored,
Her face will no longer smile,
She's like a banger badly restored,
When she moves I run a mile.
While making love,
With her above,
It's like going into battle,
She has the grace of a wingless dove,
I can hear her pearly whites rattle.
The passing of time,
Is not a crime,
Ageing should be done with grace,
I want my partner to look sublime,
Not like something from outer space.
This life is tough,
I've had enough,
The female world I've petitioned,
I'm looking for a bit of rough,
' Not One Who's Been Reconditioned '
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`` Not One Who`s Been Reconditioned ``
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