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Sports bag, web stockings, and chestnut hair,
you walk by like you don?t care,
but then sit so close that I wonder if you might.

So I sit up and try to be
noticeably wise, witty
humble, tall, dark, dreamy,
and polite

Pants up, nice and tight
I check my hair, it feels alright,
so I approach you but then become,
like Korihor,
who was struck dumb.

What can I do but smile and wave,
and when you smile back I feel I been saved
and I float away thinking I have won
you heart.

But in a few days I am terrified,
to call and ask if you?d spend some time
alone with me for dinner
Friday night.

Pants up nice and tight,
I dial you number,
and you say hi,
I say hello, tell you my name,
and you say, oh I?m glad you called
and then I faint.

Well Friday comes and goes too fast
and I?m smitten by you and your small mustache
so I call you up and I ask you out
again.

Soon I?m calling every night
to court and woo and dream at night
of you, of you
of you, of you, of you.

Pants up nice and tight,
I hold you hand, and you hold mine
I was lost, but now me you found
and its my belt that keeps my pants
from falling down.