To be a dancehall deb is why she preens,
Because two-steppin’ spins are highfalutin;
But it’s bowel-shakin’ labor, there’s no refutin’.
His boots’ll be slid under starch-creased jeans
And, while they’re suited to sidekicks and scootin’,
They’ll hide his ankles from him when he goes to poopin’.
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