The great geneticist in the sky
Framed her beauty, her curves, her skin
A modern venus to delight the eye
To stir the passions from within
So why then should she choose to try
To modify that great design
To dull her hair with blackened dye
And pierce her tongue that was so fine
To purple bruise her skin with tattoed sign
Banksien graffiti to despoil her classic line
That cigarette the symbol of self hate
That contemptuous disregarding of her fate
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Ah me, despite the harshness of my rhyme
Dear God oh how I wish that she were mine