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The Dirty SongIf a woman's hips are ampleThen I want her in the hay Skirt and stocking all a rample Cheerfully For that's my way If the woman bites in pleasure Then I wipe it clean with hay My mouth, her lap together Thoroughly For that's my way If the woman goes on loving When I feel too tired to play I'd smile and go off waving Amiably For that's my way |