At the campaign we only saw a picture
We’d better wait him in to see the feature
His picture was spotless and stainless
So we hopped and danced for his holiness
Falling in love blinds to the fact
Tiny little hair can kill the pact
When it’s grown big pulling its weight like thorn
In the flesh of love heavier than a ton
Copy such love not, keep eyes wide open
Keeping away all foul fowls in pen
Conditions by the tons
For true love make their thorns
At close range the hairy face freckles show
Stainlessness and spotlessness were pre-show
Forced unto us for love of near reality
Curled from Sing Love 101
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