I come not for those ladies
who charge a toll for me to woo
those wanton ladies who act so chaste
yet will trade for gold to get below their waist
I do not deny their right for fair
I would give my all
to touch their hair
that tender woman who
would have me near
who would tell me no
until we make it clear
this for that is where it's at
while I leap ahead blind as a bat
you make no bones
about that
what we do make no pretense
when it comes to woo
she who I dream of at
night
even though I have no
right
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