How Do You Follow Perfect
You can’t be serious
She’s nothing but a hag
Her clothes don’t match
Her hair’s a mess
She can’t be bothered
To wear a dress
No lipstick, blush or style at all
Her hips have got that housewife sprawl
How could you prefer her to me
When it’s clear my equal she
Will never be
As for brains, she’s sadly lacking
If I were you I’d send her packing
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