The hot Euro-women swoon and scream,
As the pretty boys swing their hips,
They are so sexy-cool, a dream,
Below the boys burns an estrogen fire,
Tingling with sweat and rutting desire,
And all is good till the recording skips,
Then nothing moves, but their lips...
The pretty boys' deception displayed,
In a gasping embarrassing moment,
The lathered women are left tricked and betrayed...
And falling faster than Icarus in flames,
The pretty boys vanish, along with their names...
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