What makes you think
That it won't grow back

In a day or two

Husbands in winter
They know the truth

But what can they do

I don't like girls the way they are

So shave their legs
And make them look like movie stars
Then we can pretend it's natural

Put on whatever makes you attractive
If it's not you
Then do it for the sake of fashion
If your friends like a certain you
That's who you've got to be

Junior high legs; blond hair gone brown
From removing it

Waxing since thirteen wisdom from a beauty queen

Her tiara digging deep in her head

Put on whatever makes you attractive
If it's not you
Then do it for the sake of fashion
If your friends like a certain you
That's who you've got to be

That's who you've got to be

I'm starting to think that I'm kinda shy
Or at least I'd like to be
Winter legs give me heart attacks
So take it off with laser
So it never comes back

Then we can pretend it's natural