Dorothy Please Trim Your Hinge (Misprint)

The naughty bits of pretty girls
 Have tufty corners kinks and curls
 But the p*bes of my girl Dorothee
 Stretch from her belly-button to her knee
 The general effect of her p*bic area
 Resembles Bigfoot's b*m, but hairier
 And any attempt to find her sn*tch
 Is a scramble in a bramble patch
 So... Dorothy, please trim your m*nge
 Won't you clip your f*nny fringe
 Your p*bic hair makes me despair
 So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere
 And though I love my Dorothee
 She's got hairs on her belly like the branches on a tree
 Three first-aiders stand and wait
 In case m*ff-divers suffocate
 The last time that I went in there
 I found some rabbits and a grizzly bear
 Lord Lucan and best by far
 Elvis riding on Shergar
 So... Dorothy, please trim your m*nge
 Won't you clip your f*nny fringe
 Your P*bic hair makes me despair
 So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere
 Some people have no objection
 But really it causes me pain
 To see the object of my affection
 Catching her p*bes in her bicycle chain
 They say one hair from her v*gina
 Would stretch from Chingford down to China
 And I just won't explore alone
 Without a compass and a mobile phone
 I went in there with volunteers
 Lumberjacks and a pair of shears
 Tree Surgeons and some boy scouts
 Six went in and one came out
 So... Dorothy, please trim your m*nge
 Won't you clip your f*nny fringe
 Your p*bic hair makes me despair
 So kindly cut dat t'ing down dere
 Oh Dorothy.
 Hold it woman you're strangling me