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I went out with him, we killed tiresome time,
His own true motives myriad, that I own,
I liked his manners, mannerisms sublime,
He opened double doors for me, me alone.
There were nice pauses punctuated with chime
Or tick tock, ignored buzzes by cell phone,
And mirrors told us partners, pitched our prime,
We tipped - which maitre d' would not condone?
I braved dates out with him to break it off
Before I fell in love and got so rightly hurt,
That's all I was, a fatuous female flirt-
Last time at my doorstep he twitched to cough.
Or so it seemed, as my eyes quickly shut,
His lips on mine hot, his hand round my nut.

(Chorus)

o shut
o blinded
o closed