Blind Date
Blind Date
I sat on the bar stool looking real cool
I looked at the clock going tick tock
I was ten minutes early as a good man would do
I was full of butterflies and a bit of sweating too
I told the bar man blind date for two he said good luck to you
I was still sitting on the bar stool at quarter past two
Blind date for one instead of two
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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