Johnny Vain
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Juan Olivarez
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Old Spice splashed on my face,
A little sting to wake me up.
I see my goatee is still in place,
Perks me up like a buttercup.
Old Spice scent,
So manly and rare,
Makes all the women,
Turn and stare.
No I won't get mugged,
But it is plain to see,
That those beautiful women,
Are dreaming of me.
This morning my mirror,
Was so happy and gay,
As he whispered to me,
You look better each day.
Maybe I need a cane,
To beat women away.
They must all be insane,
If they think I can play.
9/5/10 Alton Texas
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