We met by chance
And not at a dance
We are so different
But he’s oh so persistent
I’m of the law
And he’s of the world
Of his golden hair, I cared not
But speak against it, I shall not
So we dance around
Ignoring all the things we can’t talk about
Boy, oh boy
Very pleasant in nature
Consistently persistent in his request
However strong my resolve is
I just might like a golden haired boy.