by Anonymous
I think that I shall never see
A man who’s good enough for me
A man who may forever wear
A golden tan and all his hair
A man with muscles firm and tight
A man whose teeth stay in at night
A man who has no liver spot
A man who does what all men ought
A man who works real hard each day
And every week brings me his pay
Good men like that don’t grow on trees
If you ain’t one, move along please.
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