Bald Men

My father was a bald man.
Ever since I was a girl.
I thought he was quite handsome.
I thought he was the world.
I can't seem to understand
Why men will pay a ransom.
Reclaiming what's not there.
Something oh so beautiful,
Mother-nature cares enough to bare.
Bald men are the sexiest.
They are without vain.
Some let it all hang out.
Others try Rogaine.
And bold is the word.
It's a statement few understand.
So bring on that razor!
And be a bigger man.
Oh yes, bald men are sexy.
So shiny is their head.
And oh how silky smooth they are
When they're in your bed.
I was in a bar one time.
Not looking for a stand.
This girl, she came to me
Asked if she should approach "that man."
I told her she should always try
A man whom has no hair.
I said with utmost confidence,
I love a man who shaves his tress.
So fear not the aging cycle.
Give in to testosterone!
If that spot appears upon your head,
Don't begin to moan.
I dig a man who has no hair.
To me there is no other.
He's not like my father, thank God.
He always makes me shudder.
He's the only one for me,
A gift without the wrapping.
I love to blot my lipstick.
And keep myself from laughing.

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