Affection was a game she played better than any other
With perfection inherited from her mother
She was a hard kisser some called a heartless *****
But I understood, she was a sweeper on pitch
She knew how to dribble and show up to the occasion
And did whatever she could to win without minding the possession
But had an eye for perfection that made her look hot
So was every attempt on goal she shot
She never missed her target and always held her gadget
There was this one lad with whom she couldn't bury the hatchet
He was a defender she had never beaten
Whose dimes seemed delicious but she'd never eaten
She wanted to be a cougar but he made her a purring kitten
For each time she faced him she would easily get beaten
Although she believed that someday she'd win
Even if it meant camouflaging in a veil of Gin
Though she feared that would risk charges of doping
The alien emotions he raised within her were shocking
He had a way of rolling his tongue making her feel young
And with hardly nothing like air in her lungs
She was the best player she had ever come across
But he was a rambling bridge she dared not to cross