It's Night Down Here
It is dark down here
And the shrew hairs
Look like a clown queen
Curled round the edges of the thighs
It is night down here
They've lost their sights
And stumble upon one another
In a fight to enjoy the nookie of man
It is dark down here
Nigh, the day is about to break
To see the results of untamed hairs
In the dark they triumph
But in light, they are abashed of their act.
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