New Haven Boulevard
I saw her beauty standing there
In her cherry brick made house..
Strolling up as asking for a light
Arranging my blouse amid hope
She might like, what she finds ?
Thirty-sevens adjusting my skirt
Swaying my hips wetting my lips.
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