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Places to be, women to love
 

Places to be, women to love

World at his feet, man on the up

Eyes of a giant, lips of a king

One look and it's curtains for elastic and string

 

Strings played in G, a lovely quartet

Which one will he choose, which one will he get?

Fact is does it matter, got 'em all so he said

Two fried the bacon while two stayed in bed

 

Places to be, women to love

Counts one of his friends as the great Donald Trump

Both have a 'plane and wouldn't you know

Both claim that women can't leave 'em alone
 

©Joseph G Dawson
09/12/2016