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The Nudist of New York
she said i was buttoned up
that all too much was hid
time to let yourself hang out
and that’s just what i did
that old bee hive hustle
had never suited me
i was sick of floral ties
and cloaked mendacity
you must be decisive
once you reach the fork
and i saw i must become
the nudist of new york
isn’t that the current rage
we all long to be known
no one stays anonymous
parading what they own
and people sure took notice
gawkers stopped to stare
some they called me horrid names
but still i chose to share
chorus
i might blog my inner life
if there were one to write
but only some can take it off
and hightail through the night
you must be decisive
once you reach the fork
and i saw i must become
the nudist of new york
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