Happiness is short lived and comes out of lust
Ask a man what makes him happy, he'll tell you if he must...
He looks at a woman and oozes with lust
A woman with bosom and a cleavage is a must
Watch his eyes travel as she walks pass by
The lesser she wears...the deeper the sighs
This is what I call Inferno of mind
Men will be men, no matter where you find...
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