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She was blonde
She was beautiful

In suspenders and a Basque
I knew not how to unfasten
But too embarrassed to ask

So I fumbled
And I grumbled

And I cursed and I swore
Much maligning that garment
She so beautifully wore
And she gave a cheeky grin

Wiggled and giggled and suddenly
I ‘m caressing naked skin

One thing more I'm pretty certain
You'd like to know more
But I'm drawing the curtain

A lesson learned
And learned so well
There are certain things
A man don't tell

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