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There’s a picture going around of a man who’s from our city 
he’s got his Johnson out and my gosh it is a biggie 
the girls have shared it with all the girls it’s gone viral so I’m told 
my mate said laughing at me with this picture he did hold 
the man in this photograph had his hands over his face 
to hide his true identity and forever go untraced 
but my mate said to me he knows exactly who it is 
after he had noticed things the other people missed 
he laughed and he said Trimmer mate I know that man is you 
I said how do you know it’s me the face is out of view 
the room that man is in has provided many clues 
your bag is on the floor with your work shirt and your shoes 
See the side next to the bed all of those items belong to you 
there’s your backi there’s your lighter and the rizla that you use 
and next to it your phone and that wallet like yours blue 
and though the face is blocked that is your hair poking through 
and that’s why I am more than sure your Johnson is on view 
I said bloody hell it is as well I remember when she took it 
if I took pics like that they’d lock me up and call me crooked 
you said before it’s gone viral but they don’t know who it is 
I said you tell em straight it’s Trim and he hasn’t got a misses 
and as I starred at this picture they shouted are you gay Trim 
my mate laughed out and shouted back the picture is of him 
you’d think I’d be embarrassed but I’m far beyond what’s average 
and as the girls were loving it things worked to my advantage 
I was filled with pride knowing my Johnson had gone viral 
and no man is embarrassed when he’s carrying an eyeful 
Why did I cover my face 
how glorious it is 
she didn’t ask permission 
lock men up for doing this 

Sexism ay, what women get away with,
lock men up in cages labelled as a pig
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