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57 My kind of woman I like her hot and spot on He must know what life is all about She must have a pointed backside She must come from Mars She must speak fifty languages She must be a mother of twins And be prepared for triplets She must have enough room in her heart To satisfy this large ego. Like a sister she must hush me When I’m too loud Like a nurse she must nurse me When I’m sore all over Like a true lover she must love me Till death do us part Like a mother she must mother me to the fullest Like a grandmother she must dote and spoil me And like the Holy Mother She must forgive me my trespasses. That’s my kind of woman. ...

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