The beautician makes you pretty,
Removes dead skin from your feet.
But to her husband, son and mother,
A different role must she keep.
Hear her tell her story,
Offer her coffee or tea.
She'll tell you what she's been through
And of the life she has seen.
Watch her proud face at work,
Removing hair from a stranger's leg,
Show her the respect she deserves
At least she'll never stoop to beg.
Removes dead skin from your feet.
But to her husband, son and mother,
A different role must she keep.
Hear her tell her story,
Offer her coffee or tea.
She'll tell you what she's been through
And of the life she has seen.
Watch her proud face at work,
Removing hair from a stranger's leg,
Show her the respect she deserves
At least she'll never stoop to beg.
Instead of coffee or tea, I would rather show her this blog. And then you should see a smile on her innocent face. ^^
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