[00:38.993]Come fair lady to mine bed we go
[00:45.840]And verily sweet pleasures we shall know
[00:52.546]Yet where thy belly meets thy limb
[00:57.462]I beseech thee give a trim
[01:00.726]For thy bush doth overflow
[01:06.431]My lady doth have a 70s muff
[01:09.919]A 1470s muff, hmm?
[01:13.302]Zounds! It's as prickly as a Christmas wreath
[01:19.948]Think it might hide some baby birds beneath
[01:26.656]Pray shave it off to make a coat
[01:31.351]There are fur balls down mine throat
[01:34.931]Short and curlies twixt my teeth
[01:39.654]I sayeth not thy vagina is hirsute
[01:42.308]But it lookest like thou hast Buckwheat in a leg lock, hmm?
[01:47.110]But soft what hair through yonder girdle grows
[01:53.943]To be or not to be put in cornrows
[02:00.754]Oh it is beastly and unruly
[02:05.586]And it smelleth of patchouli
[02:09.001]And that offends my nose
[02:13.813]I sayeth not that thou art furry down there
[02:16.911]But it doth resemble Fidel Castro eating a London broil, hmm?
[02:23.077]Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
[02:26.340]Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
[02:28.253]Medieval Bush