Girls, in my tender youth
I have often thought about
what it must be like to be a lesbo
And then I realised I like men
Who enrich my busy life
and take me by the hand
Who give me a big sparkly wand
to wave at the people below
as I sit on my fluffy cloud
With the big sky above
and the little people so far below
and then I disappear-
-with a poof!
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