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Oh Woman, What You Do to Me
what you do to me,
what you put me through.
I get lost in you,
inside your maze,
skipping along from phase to flaming phase.
You’re sitting on a treasure hill,
golden genitals, if you will.
You have to realize the power of your beauty,
you’re higher than men because men are nasty.
You’re curved like an hourglass,
just way more sexy,
a body like a godly sculpture,
only animate, you arrest me.
And what would you have me do to please you?
What star shall I fish from the sky?
How many times do I have to die
before you recognize