When first I spied on dxp, His flaxen locks, his joi de vivre. His eyes of blue ( And I'll admit it's true ) The freckles sprinkled 'cross his face. The way he tosses laughter round, The stunning clothes in which he's bound. The shops, the taste, The flair and grace! Even his choice in mate is fair, The Lion, who led him to his lair. The shameless way in which he may say; Buy me something, not tacky But TRES! The mansions, the yachts, the trips overseas! Drown in my eyes, you know I'll please. Oh Pisces man child in Abercrombie, Hollister and Aeropostale, The designer duds, the hair a frieze, And the lovely way he says... BITCH PLEASE!!
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His flaxen locks, his joi de vivre.
His eyes of blue
( And I'll admit it's true )
The freckles sprinkled 'cross his face.
The way he tosses laughter round,
The stunning clothes in which he's bound.
The shops, the taste,
The flair and grace!
Even his choice in mate is fair,
The Lion, who led him to his lair.
The shameless way in which he may say;
Buy me something, not tacky
But TRES!
The mansions, the yachts, the trips overseas!
Drown in my eyes, you know I'll please.
Oh Pisces man child in Abercrombie,
Hollister and Aeropostale,
The designer duds, the hair a frieze,
And the lovely way he says...
BITCH PLEASE!!