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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Feb 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.08.07.52.25952]] |
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My eyes were open wider than intrepretation, because I wasn't sure what I had seen, All I did was scratch my head where utter confusion replaced thoughts once obscene. I mean anyone could make the same mistake, addressing hello to him instead of her, But I never thought my human legitimacy would be challenged by one misplaced "sir". So I'm not the sophisticate I once believed, slapped with the label of chauvinist swine, Who wouldn't be confused by five o'clock shadow and a voice even deeper than mine? Now that I think about it, those of questionable gender might be the most fun in town, Conveniences of free admission on ladies night and no worry if the toilet seat is down. They could dance with anyone they thought was cute, having their pick from a crowd, Spared advances of hormonal intruders unsure just where someone is well-endowed. When the night ends, they depart as the life of the party, the envy of everyone there, Because I heard all the stories of how they got around, what, who touched you where? My investigations have revealed a startling trend; nobody's sure who A.N. Drogeny is, One person swore she's a fashion statement as another declared him a software whiz. As mysteries deepen further I find more contradiction in terms than I can ever discern, And whoever said clothes make the man never saw this beauty make her runway turn. With luck maybe I can find someone who can admit to seeing them au naturel, but wait; Is it possible that my ears deceive me, or did I just hear they've asked me for a date? |