An American blonde,
Beauty, beauty she glistening
In the golden sunshine,
Just like a balsam standing before,
With the smile
The teeth sparkling,
The body glaring and glazing
And on seeing her, the desire in me
To kiss the balsam,
See the flower in full,
Looking golden brown,
Oh, confuse I in describing her!
Now tell you, which side of the cheek,
Should I kiss?
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