socks and shoes sweaters lace
finest trousers heavenly grace
dressed to the nine
going out feeling high
nigh the looks
they are their disgrace
envying my graceful mate
her on my arm
the ultimate date
and how I parade her by those
eyes that turn their heads
looking with hate
and how I bring her
home to rest
in heavenly sleep
and purest love
I will not brag about the best
we do at dawn
I keep that for her
and her alone