Belinda

She is like an Artist,
In Silk and in Batiste,
She made of my Head a CHEF-D'OEUVRE,

Her Whistle is a Sound
That is never found
At places not near to her.

I come not to Linda,
But only Belinda
is trusted to cut all my locks,

She is such a beauty
In her golden booty
She is as reliable as rocks.


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