Pretty girls are not.
True beauty, only the husband knows.
Flesh, heralded as hot,
Serve to feed, hungry eyes of those sort.
Where lust pervades,
My eyes know no safety.
As beauty is fleeting,
so my eyes escape.
Lengthen your skirts,
And my eyes will turn to you.
Bare not your shoulders,
And I will admire you.
Do not set traps,
And entice young men.
Wrap up nicely,
And I will rejoice and receive,
What a beautiful gift of marriage.
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