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For so many years one of his favorite ways to flirt with a woman Was by telling her that she was dangerous This always got the desired response which was her asking "What do you mean?" A question she would ask with a crooked smile of course Then he'd turn his head to one side or the other Then half way back, cut his eyes to meet hers and say "You give a guy a lot to think about that's all" shrugging his shoulders and that...that was the door she was waiting for wanting to walk through So she would pose this question "Like what?" And he would get this big smile on his face and reply "I ain't sayin' a word" "No come on, tell me" She would pry, hungry now for the flattery He toyed with her "I don't want any trouble"  he'd say He was dying for trouble Thinking to himself "Come on, just a little closer" She'd get a deadly look on her face and say "Well maybe I do" and he'd smile like a king looking over his kingdom That's how it would start alright but He's in love now married to a wonderful woman and maybe he's the last of the Mohicans cause nowadays When he's propositioned, he just smiles, tugs at his wedding ring and says  "It just won't come off" It's funny Who'd have thought the day would ever come when Nobody's dangerous anymore
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Nobody's Dangerous Anymore
For so many years one of his favorite ways to flirt with a woman Was by telling her that she was dangerous This always got the desired response which was her asking "What do you mean?" A question she would ask with a crooked smile of course Then he'd turn his head to one side or the other Then half way back, cut his eyes to meet hers and say "You give a guy a lot to think about that's all" shrugging his shoulders and that...that was the door she was waiting for wanting to walk through So she would pose this question "Like what?" And he would get this big smile on his face and reply "I ain't sayin' a word" "No come on, tell me" She would pry, hungry now for the flattery He toyed with her "I don't want any trouble"  he'd say He was dying for trouble Thinking to himself "Come on, just a little closer" She'd get a deadly look on her face and say "Well maybe I do" and he'd smile like a king looking over his kingdom That's how it would start alright but He's in love now married to a wonderful woman and maybe he's the last of the Mohicans cause nowadays When he's propositioned, he just smiles, tugs at his wedding ring and says  "It just won't come off" It's funny Who'd have thought the day would ever come when Nobody's dangerous anymore
edited 6:22 p.m. 11/13/14
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
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