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poke an ear here my dear
to listen to me speak my fear
it scares me more than the devil himself
and proves to be a downer for my health
to think about it and worry so much
that fear is the fear of a woman’s touch
that will be so exquisite and godly in it’s way
i’ll forever profess my love that day
and go weak in the knees and blank in the head
with my eyes shiny and heart full of dread
because then that day will draw near
when no more looks at women and phone calls after many a beer
that would jeopardize the look in my eyes
to go from bathing with you to surrounded by flies
and all i ask
is to let me make this decision my own task
and we’ll be together at last.