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Incident

She looked the kind of girl
You could letch from afar
As she swigged a pint of bitter
Standing in that public bar
She stood there as though
She didn't give a hoot
In her suede mini skirt
And calf length kinky boots
She had a skin tight sweater
Plastered to her chest
Showing her amazing figure
At its very very best
She smiled as she turned and said
You've looked long enough I think
Now get your hand in your pocket
And buy this lass a drink
We stood and we chatted there
Swapping round for round
And I was so proud to be seen
With this lovely girl I'd found
Her hand on my arm she said
Now don't get upset or hasty
You're a smashing looking bloke
And I think you're very tasty
But hey hang on now
Listen to what I say
Sorry dear old mate
But I swing the other way
I just wanted to see
If I could still pull a lad
And looking what I got
I really didn't do so bad
Then she supped up her pint
Said she didn't mean to lead me on
Planted a swift kiss on my cheek
And she was up and off and gone




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