Chatup Time
At the tavern he ordered a scotch
For the cute blonde that glanced at his crotch
If you’ve got some time
On this stool I’ll climb
and show you my new E.S.P. watch
It tells me things by telepathy
I know that you’re not wearing panties
“I am so she said
You must be misled”
But it runs an hour fast you see
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