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A Contemporary, Satirical Feminist Backlash to All Those Horny Losers Who Can Only Think About One Thing

Serenade me with thy love,
Teach me how to dance,
Kiss sweet nothings on mine cheek,
But keep it in thy pants

Show me thy companionship
Indulge me when I rant
Protect me with thy burly arms,
Then thou mightst have a chance

Cast that latex thing aside
Thy balls will not turn blue
If thou wouldst wish to court me,
Then here's what thou must do:

Thou needn'tst spend thy money
But respect will get thou far
Thou needst no chiselled biceps
Nor a fully loaded car

I ask of thou one simple thing;
I'd do for thou the same
The only thing I ask is thou
Must play the waiting game

I know that it must seem unfair
Since other girls "put out,"
But in mine own opinion,
They're seriously without

So don't undress me with thine eyes
Or stare upon mine chest
Nor leer and whistle in the hall
Please, just give that a rest

All that I can ask of thou,
If thou wouldst be mine steady,
If thou desires a rockin' girl
Like me, wait till I'm ready