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Like the driven snow I have always been pure, Polites mismanners so mild and immure.
More femme than fatale on a path that is narrow, More prim than lowbrow as straight as an arrow.
I coloured within the lines, kept my ankles crossed, Listened to my elders, content to be bossed.
Yes, I've always darted my eyes, crossed my T's, Minded my Q's and also minded my P's.
But in the innuendo it's my asterisk, So I'll shut my von Trapp now to break it down for you like this.