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Cut-Bogie
Cut-Bogie
No one wants to sit in here, they always like to stand.
For when you're on your feet, you see, the view is very grand.
They're used to staring eyes, you know; some really do not care,
If you're seeing their made-up faces or their armpit hair.
The regulars are a practiced lot who can undress with the eye.
Making older women snicker away and young ones want to cry.
They'll never touch a girl, no…no… their words can do it better.
Why physically assault when one is adept at the
letter?
Watching dirty videos on iphones, they let a flick get through
The wire-mesh fence in between, and thence into plain view.
The women break into a sweat, pretending not to see,
But with sidelong glance and looks askance they like to let it be.
Toleration limitless is what it's at its heart
It's a game all like to play and each one plays their part.
If you're sitting down over here you're simply an old fogey.
Stand up, man, enjoy the ride. You're in the cut-bogie.
