He whispered in her ear, a most ungodly sweet nothing
Kind other less fortunate girls only ever get to dream about
One that their own farmhand might like to shout
Put ruin to it
Tempting her in all over again, one unbelievably sensual line after the other
Less fortunate girls watched in frustration, hiking their dresses just enough, never too much
So out of touch but he would eventually get to wine ‘n dine ’em all, one at a silent time

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