An Affair
Can’t say how this affair will end
Where’s the promise of a sweet love
Our own likes and hates may not bend
Souls seldom fit like hand in glove
From what I see you’re no dove
But I’m for giving it a shove.
Meet me this night at Walter’s Place
The tavern you know by the rink
Why not give it a pleasant chase
I’ll be there to buy you a drink
Maybe at ten o’clock you think
Why not at ten fifteen I wink
She gives a smile at that small jest
And slowly nods her head okay
She taps her finger on my vest
in a kind of demanding way
She says if you’re late I’ll not stay
So let that roll around and play
I like finger giving me jab
This girl is far from being drab
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