The creature from the black lagoon
He sits inside her warm, wet womb
He says, Mirror, mirror, tell me truly:
Is my hair dank and unruly?
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Down and down and down I go
When love goes down the drain
The monster from way out in space
He tears his way up to her face
He says, Mirror, mirror, be real candid:
Does my face need to be sanded?
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The beasty from the foulest end
He slips around the toilet bend
He says, Is this how one ages, ergo,
Does it happen to all Virgos?
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