The ease is wonderment For women in the game Yes and no, no and yes Choices and no pain It should be so they say Simple, clean, divine No risk of rejection No ego on the line So easy, yes, I must agree Men served on porcel'n plates Delicate fingers picking over What painted eyes will rate Pigs with wide mouths stuffed Passion in their throats Fat flanks of billfolds From which to cut a roast True connoisseurs among them Seek the subtler meat Ego braised in forlorn hope Fried with disdain's heat
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