Beauty In the Towns Cinema
You want us to see the wear with no fence
you make us to look in awe and much cold
you want us to dry up with no sense
as you show your bare of lust in bold
when you bath, boys view with a long lens
for sex to sell, any rose will be sold
an idol in jean, egos condense
men in a trap, even the very old
to long and to lust for a star tray
the town is all way down as all men play
a far cry for the men of God to pray
the eyes see but the body gets blind
guys stay on the road to see a rewind
of her next step, flow, grace and behind.
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