Your skin is like porceline, your hair black and shiny
There's a small tattoo of a dragon on your hiney
You are looking for a husband who'll treat you so kind
Some poor lonely sucker who's out of his mind
You dream of America, a house, and a yard
Picket fence, with a Hyundai, and a brand new green card
You're cutting and pasting, mass mailing and spamming
With no real respect for the mailbox you're jamming
You're a joke, you're transparent
You're the last thing I need
You'd send for your parents
Who I'd have to feed
You're a song by Dave Bowie
A small figurine
Some shyster named Louie
Some sailor's wet dream
Perchance you should make it
To my town someday
You'd learn to deal blackjack
And tell me you're gay
If I was so foolish
And sponsored your trip
You'd kiss me with buckteeth
That severed my lip
So quit sending emails
From far away worlds
Or I'll have to nuke you
My sweet China Girl
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