I have a big voice,
and I dress to the left
in case no one can tell
I guess, amazed.
Quit looking at me,
I've said nothing for days!
Oh, it's public we're in.
Fine, then. I accept
your gaze. Oh, it's only
yourself you regard?
So askance, I see?
I'm a mirror, then.
A good looking glass!
At a glance, I reflect
what I see, you project
yourself right off me
and the question's intent
in such circumstance. You ask
Who's the prettiest one
in my pants? Is it fairest
as well, or shall we whistle off?
While we work our interpretations
so hard, but soft.
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