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Egyptian cream, she loves to smear
She loves to smear it everywhere
On her face and on her hands
Till she feels like she's a man

And when the change comes and the hair grows all over her skin
She's a natural; she's part of the body she's in

In the Sahara, there she lay
On an ironing board one day
She was gone for seven months
Hadn't guessed what happened once

When they told her