Three Or Four Oldies Lying Around

What if nature takes the wig off
Wiggles out of wonky spanx
Says, okay, we’ve tried it your way
But, people, really, thanks no thanks

Paint the molecules dear friends
Discolor suits you
When the shaman passes by?
That’s him that boots you

The press boys playing fast and loose
Gander comes out as a goose
Lady Liberty lost a tooth
Smiling for a selfie

The watchers on the beach
Keep binoculars in reach
The singers in the sea
Slip down erotically

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