Last year I was down in Torino,
And I met there a charming albino,
Her hair it did grow
As white as the snow,
And we chatted and drank capuccino.

We went home unto her apartment,
And were soon in the sleeping compartment,
But as in this forum
We speak with decorum,
I'll tell you not of our disportment.

For hours on her bed we were basking,
The thin walls our cries little masking,
And for her compliance
In the interests of science
I'm glad, for I knew you'd be asking...

The thing that you all want to know:
What color's her hair down below?
But here's an omission,
For I'm on commission,
10%, so you'd all better go.

You'll find her in Giuseppi's bar,
In a low cut blouse, wearing no bra,
And she'll do as you please,
For reasonable fees,
You'll find her a sexual star.

Tiddy.

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Last updated: Thu, 23 Sep 1999.