A healthy red blooded man can enjoy the visible loveliness of the world walking by on two effiminate legs down town. It can be an even lovelier panarama when he goes down to the beach to see the modern bikinis. A man may well lust at the remarkable features of the female of the species, but it doesn’t make him all bad.
A RED BLOODED MAN HAS LUSTED
It’s dandy
Finding randy girls
As macho guys seem to
I’ve drooled at scenes
Like tight blue jeans
Where a wiggle warms the view
I’m a gangster
For Whitman samplers
And sweeties that crowd the beach
I used to shop
Till my eyes would lock
Where my right and left eyes meet
And when I’ve gazed
At pretty sways
A tom-tom filled my chest
And I stilI cheer
For a perfect rear
But I run home to the best
For I love the one
That shares our home
And she stirs me quite enough
In her nighty
She’s a sighty
When we peel down to the buff
I’m still amazed
On ole Broadway
But cheating is too drastic
For I’ve long chose
My perfect rose
And, hmmmmm, she’s still fantastic
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