Peek-a-boo on shoulder
Escapes a slouching shirt
Creamy pale and golden brown
A tan’s a summer flirt
We love to flaunt our tan lines
They show the work we’ve done
It takes long afternoons of slack
And glazing in the sun
We care not of the warnings
We leave sunscreen on shelf
Instead we slather baby oil
And bake neglecting health
We wear less so we show off more
We sweat ‘til we’re on fire
The contrast of our untanned skin
Leaves more to be desired
When young we eschew caution
We let it all hang out
A sizzling string bikini tan
Is fun to flash about!
Tanning might be out of vogue
We know the dangers well
But if you cheat in tanning booth
Don't worry, I’ll never tell!
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