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The Perils of Personal Grooming

The show must go on so don’t muck it up
Getting ready in the back with tucks and pumps
Hair sprayed straight, then mussed and what
It means to be pristine you shouldn’t trust
The attention comes when you strut and stuff
Is that really what a girl who’s tough should want?
I’ve seen you primp and curl and plump. For what?
A few strips of human soul and a couple blunts?
This chick can’t relax, quick touch it up
Blur that line between love and lost
Dreaming of someone’s blood and guts
Waiting for the day that’s not such a rush
Yeah, I get you’re a succubus
Does that mean you have to slut it up?
You could heal or hurt with just one touch
Why waste that gift for a couple bucks?

Who sees you through the blush and such?
And who pays best for a rub and touch?
Do the math, subtract the club’s first cut
Bouncer’s pay, the precinct’s love, plus
The regular with a dangerous crush
Come on, girl, you must be nuts
Screams, moans, thrusts and grunts
Cloven hooves on a disgusting hunt
Spread your wings, bust this dump up
Wreck the palace of the iniquitous
You could feed on hope and love and trust
Use your magic for a lesson and junk
I don’t mean to huff and puff
Yes, it’s grim. I’m serious. But
I know the risk of a crush turned up
This dull life was never enough