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Passport to heaven
Women
What can you say?
Who made them?
God must have been a fucking genius
The hair
They say the hair is everything, you know
Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls
Just wanted to go to sleep forever?
Or lips
And when they touched yours were like that first swallow of wine
After you just crossed the desert
Tits, hoo-ah!
Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya
Like secret searchlights
Mmm, legs
I don't care if they're Greek columns or secondhand Steinways
What's between them
Passport to heaven
Passport to heaven