Before
Well, you look a
little sallow
Right down to the
marrow
What you need is a
drop of sun
In a bottle I have the
very one
Just go into the salon
And you can put some
colour on
After
Well, my dear fellow
You’ve gone a little
yellow
I think a touch too
much
In fact, much too much
Of the prescribed fake
tan
How will you pay Mr
Marzipan?
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