‘Twas the legs eleven that did it, sent him on over the edge
Captain Hook peg-leg to her utter divinity
Sure why shouldn’t he go right ahead and over-divulge, knock back his final glass of dry white wine and set fire to her rather carefree soul
Why the heck not pour on over her college years early impression, so much as add a far more imaginative notch to his own ridiculously haphazardous bedpost
Host her right on into her dorm room, a storm between the pinkened sheets of a pixie-haired elfin collegiate to warm her every heart – if only for a while
Smile, for you done nothing wrong
She will indeed go back to studying her Mozart, whilst you get to pen the perfect song all over again

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