Sweet sweet Fanny
Oh how I'd love to love thee
The French never looked as pleasing as you do
You can turn me on honey
With your ripe harvest melons
Raven black hair dark sun glasses
Forgive me if I stare
Springtime in the air
I think I'm getting horny..
To bad you've gotta leave
Back to Quebec I suppose
I'll see you sometime..
Maybe in my dreams..
goodbye
sweet sweet Fanny..
~~the end
By Rick Weber
April 21, 2014
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