A beautiful bitch is she
Taunting men with her witchery
And when men her trick canst harm
God save them from her slandering arm
A fathom fool I would call her
For her face betrays her plotting heart
Possess she the best of manners
This makes a pig's goodly than hers
Day by day
Her ways grow with age
Time's winged chariot naught can do
For her parents everyday do moon
A beautiful bitch is she!
Thinking every lady is as mean as she
Her brain is faulty to the core
Her ethics like a dinner sore
In which every interest is lost
And the gains betray the cost
Her breasts like a rotten plantain
Which the wasps feed on up the mountain
Her eyes the most beautiful I've ever seen
A dog's own it looks to me
Indeed fools rush in where
Angels fear to tread
Oh! What a beautiful bitch is she!
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