I cannot tell if you hate the fact that I am not slick
Or whether or not you like my Protestant thighs
Intrinsically, I believe I am the one you would pick
I want you to be there for me as I alter this demise
Heal my wounded heart
Will I ever help you get a brand new start?
Or you choose, to tear us apart
So prep yourself for a kick start
So what I am not immune to..... imperfection
I no longer detest my being, I suppose its norm
Nevertheless, I hope we do not loose affection
What else can I do for you, reforrm?
Hear there's a palindrome as a cacophonous voice
It's a pension for retribution
Nevertheless, you have an integral choice
And now I plead, to reatribute and not provide dilution
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