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4d
Fell in love with the girl at the till
Queuing for food that's against my will
Order at first booth, I'm in for the ****
Not the 'whats your food baby', she doesnt fit the bill
Rolling up to the next to grab my fill
Acting cool, looking smart, I'm just pure chill
She looks me in the eye, I loose my practised drill
I ramble, I stutter, just noticing her name is Lil
Those words I blabbed, just came to nothing, think I lost this one nil
As I opened up the burger I'd just bought, stupidely ordering the dill

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
18
   Jeremy Betts
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