She'll be in front of a mirror forever
Worried to death she's lost her appeal
But I take one look at her and be amazed
Worrying that I'll finish early when we start
Because she's so gorgeous that I can't handle
My urges to express
That in my male anatomy
There's not much else I'd enjoy just as much
Then spending the rest of my life losing my breath
To such a beauty
I can't imagine a loveless marriage
I'd be thinking
How can I make her scream in pleasure louder then last time?
It is a musical score that puts romanticism to shame.