Kass N Over

"I live in Spain for my sins," she said
I thought. "Where do you go to be good?”
And ,”Yes I will probably mess with your head.”
Well frankly that is understood.

We met in a bar on the Algarve
Her body was really superb
I contemplated telling her just for a laugh
But I suddenly lost all my nerve

She sat at the table adjacent
To mine in the bar on the beach
I thought, “Well if I am just patient,
She might not be far out of reach.”

Then, having decided that maybe,
With luck, that we could be a pair
I proceeded to give her my best chat-up line
Whilst running my hand through her hair

It was just about then that I noticed,
‘Cause my peripheral vision is good,
The chance must have been the remotest
That beside me her boyfriend now stood

“I live in Spain for my sins,” she said
I should have gone out of the door
For now, there are several bumps on my head
As I lie here, supine, on the floor

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