A broad, Las Vegas swimming pool,
still open the late in the night,
my buddy stands across from me,
and on his broad shoulders alights
a tall and olive-skinned beauty,
not two hours ago they met,
on my shoulders a small red-head,
who goes by the name of Yvette.
We met them drinking in a bar,
but it was such a quiet scene,
then my...
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