She told me she was a ******.
I believed she was a ******.
But there was no way to tell.
She lived seven thousand miles away, this exotic belle.
We exchanged hundreds of letters.
We exchanged hundreds of photos.
Too late I found it all a lie.
She was married to some other guy.
She had played the card of ***** to my Simple Simon.
Got a free college education and
all of my money with her many a "I love you Robert, honey."
While I sat at home with an eager smile
sure I was gonna pop her cherry one day
in true love's most impassioned style.