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When do I start this love affair When do I find someone to care To hold me tight In the stillness of night I hope it might Be soon. I’d be over the moon Will I know it when I see it Will I feel it, will I be it. Will I fall at the first hurdle Will she wear a playtex girdle Or whalebone and wire a sixteen inch waist. I do know that I will want to taste Her breath Her hair Her legs And then the question begs What’s for dinner Please forgive me I’m just a sinner. But I could make her feel like a queen Do things that she has never seen. Write love songs about her poetic face Dress her up in satins and lace Take her back to my place. And just in case, I forget Tell her I love her. I would make her laugh Have her in fits, take her out for tea at the Ritz Teach her to dance and do the twist Go out on Sundays and play some whist. And Lord forbid that she should cry Then I would dry with my lips her tears Allay her fears Nibble her ears When do I start this love affair When do I find someone to care.
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
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When do I start this love affair When do I find someone to care To hold me tight In the stillness of night I hope it might Be soon. I’d be over the moon Will I know it when I see it Will I feel it, will I be it. Will I fall at the first hurdle Will she wear a playtex girdle Or whalebone and wire a sixteen inch waist. I do know that I will want to taste Her breath Her hair Her legs And then the question begs What’s for dinner Please forgive me I’m just a sinner. But I could make her feel like a queen Do things that she has never seen. Write love songs about her poetic face Dress her up in satins and lace Take her back to my place. And just in case, I forget Tell her I love her. I would make her laugh Have her in fits, take her out for tea at the Ritz Teach her to dance and do the twist Go out on Sundays and play some whist. And Lord forbid that she should cry Then I would dry with my lips her tears Allay her fears Nibble her ears When do I start this love affair When do I find someone to care.
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
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