Dear gentlemen of the prairie, the street and the dance.
Dear gentlemen, allow me ask -
Do you trouble with love? Romance?
Do they always turn you down?
Well let me, a damsel, tell you a golden rule us woman do not know we even cherish.
Stop trying to please her, stop, dear man.
Do not over-woo her, don't, dear gentlemen, don't.
Here's the secret;
It's not what a woman sees in a man, it is what a man sees in a woman, and how well he can prove it.
xxx
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Dear gentlemen of the prairie, the street and the dance.
Dear gentlemen, allow me ask -
Do you trouble with love? Romance?
Do they always turn you down?
Well let me, a damsel, tell you a golden rule us woman do not know we even cherish.
Stop trying to please her, stop, dear man.
Do not over-woo her, don't, dear gentlemen, don't.
Here's the secret;
It's not what a woman sees in a man, it is what a man sees in a woman, and how well he can prove it.
xxx
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