Dazed from looking at her midriff
Then driven to the verge of delirium
I began to fret about my dandruff
Which is the source of bacterium
Never mind! I’m now hoping to sing
She’ll be overawed by my serenade
She’s such a pretty little thing
I’d like to butter up this maid
I shall approach her from the right
That’s my accented flank
But that depends on the light
Too much, I might draw a blank
What luck for this pretty maid to meet
Such a penetrating gent
The chopper will sweep her off her feet
And be used to the utmost extent
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