The Girl With The Butterfly Tattoo
An ink butterfly on her chest
Right between Lady Right and Lady Left
Half the parlour was in awe when she undid her shirt
They, like me, marveled at their grace
They ought to be real cause only God can make something that makes all men stop and stare
I envy my own babe, nursing peacefully on your chest,
When it comes to the Girls I just don't want to share.
I am a selfish man.
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