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MAN
Man of my dreams come knock at my door
I've waited…and waited…can't wait any more
Don't matter if you are bald or black or blonde
Don't matter if you can't serenade with a song
Your own teeth or false one's, I couldn't care a damn
Tall or short, on a big box you could stand
Though there is one thing on my criteria
That comes first in my book
Something you must be proficient in
The ability to wash, clean and cook
A male maid is what I am seeking
Lunch and dinner laid out on a tray
And if you are extremely lucky
Some days I will let you out to play!
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