Of course the world revels in the American robbers who disguised their faces with masks and beards: drawn with permanent marker. National pride militates that we reclaim this rich material, and recast in our native tongue -- country songs.
I used the permanent marker
because I thought that you were mine
I scribbled on your torso--
thought you'd stay between my lines
But the package didn't warn me!
Beware the oxidants!
Not to mention that roadside bar,
peroxide bleach low-rents
I used the permanent marker,
but she scrubbed you head to toe
You think you are your own clean slate,
but the future you should know
She is stocking up on colors!
Not one of them flesh-tone!
Brace for the mirror! Skip that shave!
Dot-stubble now spells "owned"
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Ha! I think what the world needs is a sung version, though.
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