I’ve never worn my hair so short
It’s prickled shortened stead
I’ve never let it be cut off
My hair stays on my head
I’ve never been to heaven
Nor can be sure that it exists
But I’ll live with hope and joy
For what fun is “he subsists”
I’ve never been without my pants
Nor would ever want to be
But I can say I intend not tell
What this meaning is of free
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