You, you ***** fool, you, you
Sit there with your slicked
Back black hair and a fine ripe ***
In a comfortable chair and
Read your ****** poems to
A class full of women who
Want you so bad, but nobody
Wants you more than me, you
***** ***** fool you

You mysterious man, you
Lounging there with your chiseled face
A smile so warm,
That draws us all in,
Making me long for you,
That’s what you do
Oh how I do want you