Three billion women

And all for me
It’s the playboy galaxy
There’s Betty and Zoe and Sherry
and Constance and Penelope

They smile at me
Call me cute
I’d ask them out
The point is moot

She's not “can you whistle my tune?”
it's just
“toot my flute”
-So I sit and eat my
Jujee fruit

(he mocks himself)

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