Forbidden Fruit
So coy, I read you like a book
When you purposely pass my way
You make a point not to look
I am hooked on your hook
When you walk, my god how you sway
So young, so beautiful, so black
My god, I could be your father
And there's something I lack
I have long lost the knack
Of seduction, why now do I bother?
Just ego of an ancient man trying
To relive a past dead and gone
Still imagination flying
Still eighteen and vying
For naught, good day and so long...
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