The crowd moves around you,
a goddess surrounded
by her minions.
moving in a slow motion grace,
I cut a path across to you.
Forever remembered in my head.
Through your friends I create a space,
who hiss thier worthless opinions.
Again, this club remains so bland,
something catches my eye.
I stop and stare,
at your firey red hair.
Please dont ever use hair dye
your stunning and so grand.
When we meet the flintstones,
lady wilma of bedrock
I'd be better
than fred could ever aim to be,
house from dinosaur bones.
Built for you, carved stone block.
Stood in your tight white dress for me,
you are a fashion trend setter.
Again, this club remains so bland,
something catches my eye.
I stop and stare,
at your firey red hair.
Please dont ever use hair dye
your stunning and so grand.
The sambucca wincing my face,
as slowly build up my
dutch courage
to make my final defining move,
your beauty I long to trace.
Now take a deep breath and sigh.
to show you how much that I approve,
not only of your heaving cleavage.
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