oh, my

 a photoshoot, a cold, cold day
 oh, my
 oh, my
 to act and look a certain way
 oh, my
 oh, my

 and modeling turns out to be
 more work than glamor, honestly,
 and she had just as soon be free
 of all this vapid pleasantry
 
 he sees her posing in the snow
 oh, my
 oh, my
 his thoughts then go where they will go
 oh, my
 oh, my

 and sociologists explain
 as erstwhile feminists complain
 while guys across the fruited plain
 lose everything and risk no gain

 connecting with these women who
 they do not know but only view
 who wish instead they could be seen
 as less a picture, more

 a human being

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