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She


She was quiet she was shy
She looked so sweet to me
I invited her back
For afternoon tea

I kissed her I cuddled her
And much to my delight
She said a quiet yes when
Asked to stay the night.

She has taken me and shaken me
She has near loved me to death
I've now barely got the energy  
To draw another breath

It is still full darkness
Hours to go to dawn
I wonder if I'll ever see
Another breaking dawn

Oh my lord oh good heavens
She's at the bathroom door
She's pushing it wide open
I think she wants some more

I am shaking I am trembling
But I'll bravely surely try
And if I don't quite make it
Well what a lovely way to die






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