Beautiful and desirable woman,
your name is vanity, vanity.
You display your feminine mystic
on the world wide stage of life.
And you are very highly both praised,
and paid. Modesty is a completely foreign
word you have probably never heard.
Parading around on magazine covers
in your birthday suit, the world media
applauds your lack of shame.
You only have yourself to blame.
Fame and fortune are the names of game
you play. Never be concerned about
the world of tomorrow of a life
filled with plenty of shame and sorrow.
A sexual object you are regulated too.
An object of lustful desire for the
opposite sex. Males consider you
the best thing yet. They dream
and desire you in their dreams.
Your world will fail to be
as pleasurable as it seems.
Pleasant dreams!
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