It wasn't exactly a date
It was a lot more like fate
She was sitting on the gate
She had such a purty face
She'd look good in boots and lace
She was all beauty and grace
I sauntered up special like
I was more than a little tyke
I asked her to take a hike
We wandered to my fine mare
I felt like a millionaire
She chatted without a single care
She rubbed on that silky mane
Her name was Dorothy Jane
To hold her hand, my campaign
Her hand so sweet and so fine
Fit exactly into mine
My first date was so sublime
As time on the clock face ticks
I still remember the kicks
Even though I was just six
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
It wasn't exactly a date
It was a lot more like fate
She was sitting on the gate
She had such a purty face
She'd look good in boots and lace
She was all beauty and grace
I sauntered up special like
I was more than a little tyke
I asked her to take a hike
We wandered to my fine mare
I felt like a millionaire
She chatted without a single care
She rubbed on that silky mane
Her name was Dorothy Jane
To hold her hand, my campaign
Her hand so sweet and so fine
Fit exactly into mine
My first date was so sublime
As time on the clock face ticks
I still remember the kicks
Even though I was just six
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