I cannot understand
Why there are ugly men...
They’re handsome to look at,
But that’s only hair and skin
You turn them inside out
To have a look within
And there is ugliness
Festering and rotten
Foreign brides who’re looking
For love in a strange land
They are lovely women,
Looking for helping hands
They want a home that’s safe
Where they’ll have family
With a loving husband
Such is their fantasy...
All too often, reality
Is greatly different
For all those men who write
Want her to serve their ends
She can’t know the good men
From those who’re not her friends
She’s taking a chance that
She’ll meet an unhappy end...
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