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There once was a young man named Purvis 

Who around women would get very nervous 

At 30, a virgin 

At his friends urgin'

He should call up the escort service 

Purvis, he wasn't that bright 

He got very nervous, that's right 

Did not have a clue 

What an escort would do 

Yet he called them that very night 

Purvis said 'Listen to me 

On Sundays I go to church, see?

I'm so distraught 

I need an escort 

Someone to come pray with me'

The escort service did not understand 

They never heard of such a demand

I guess that explains

A virgin, Purvis remains 

For satisfaction, still uses his hand