each dedicated to what you wore
on a day of the week.. and the two
weekend nights :$
men turned into boys...
mature pleasure into teenage joys
at the sound of your cackling laughter
I'm holding a candle and a seat
my kitchen slab is this famous eatery
might you be interested in a dinner date?
you make em run... from pillar to post
you make those eyes like yr raising a toast!
then you hold my hand as we cross the road :$
you're famous for trouble and how much you grumble
but yet deep down you're humble
I'll wait till the end and the famous bend
could i get your house number...
there are gifts to send :$
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