This may not be widely known, but I take poetry very seriously. I've put some thought into what the Pussycat Dolls were trying to say. (I accidentally typed "Pussycat Dollars", which is more accurate than their real name.)
I still don't think this needs to be bleeped, but at least it makes more sense this way.
It's funny how a man
only thinks about the tan
You got a real big heart,
but I'm looking at your part
You got real big brains,
but I'm looking at your chains
Girl, there ain't no pain
in me looking at your mane
I don't give a damn
Keep looking at my scam
Cause, it don't mean a thing
if you're looking at my bling
Ha, I'm a do my thing
while you're playing with your fing-er
Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha
Better? I'm afraid the entire effort might need to be scrapped. Anyone who thinks "same" rhymes with "grade" shouldn't be writing "music", anyway.
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