My Darling, Dancing, Damsel
I've got a sickness,
A truly twisted condition, It's vicious,
You just name me what your wish is, and IT IZZZZZZ.
My lone command.
I'll give my heart to a lonely dancer, that's a damsel.
Who leaves me distressed...
She's such a handful.
I like to stay out late,
Drink, pop pills and gamble....
Watch the sunrise and ramble.
But Oh, she loves her a scandal!
My baby, she's an, Insta,
Gator.
You thought she was tough on the waiter?
Try dating her.
Copyright © Nicholas Robinson | Year Posted 2020
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