I know, you will be hunting tonight
while I’ll be fighting my fight
That’s the price I must pay
for being such an easy prey

I can picture you, perfectly good,
getting ready for another prelude
doing your hair, drawing pretty mole
‘cos first impression matters and you know it, doll.

Latter this night you’ll sway your hips
playfully pouting your reddish lips
while I’ll be drinking, smoking cigars
for one farewell with best regards

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