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She
came to beauty school when she was 18,
With yellow
buck teeth and greasy black hair, She was the kind of girl who had never been kissed. She was the ugly cosmetologist.
She stayed in
school till she was 21.
They said she
broke most every mirror, She had the kinda face that musta broken a fist. She was the ugly cosmetologist.
So she struck
out on her own.
She became a
hermit up in a cave.
She survived
on berries and roots. She was the kind of girl he couldn't resist. And he mated with the ugly cosmetologist. Some people say Bigfoot don't exist. But not his ugly cosmotologist. They feed their children out in the mist. Sasquatch and his cosmetologist. |
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