You drew me in – hook, line ‘n’ it seems I’ve been thinkin’
About your utter inability to do anything other than bat those false Pennys eyelashes at every other passing somebody
Sexy as hell, perhaps, but seems there’s only so many monotonous laps on up inside of my cautious mind your adulteress nature can take
‘Til breathing its very last breath
I regret to say that I may just have reached a wicked old age where the outright necessity to engage with a far more intelligent soul poses an altogether more desirable threat
Of a differing kind
Now, hike your dress back on up princess
And try and find the time all over again to trap your very next silly somebody – blind his besotted brain with all of these dirty little secrets you keep within
So you know I hold my own

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