Stop...
When the church bells clank.
You have to pray the Angelus
And make Satan all jealous.
Stop...
When the flattened, uniformed man
does his usual disturbing hand
and body gestures like a shy clam.
Stop...
When the three-inch heel starts to wobble
And make yer knees and toes wiggle
Didn't I tell you not to haggle?
Stop...
When moving on hurts.
Ye can be a li'l masochistic
Lest your fragile heart burts!
Stop.
Relax.
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