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Gave him a hundred notes so he'd get lost,
Which came off well, he being the gigolo,
Embryonic, cornered, fathomed, good to go,
And she the babe seen precious yet small cost.
Her fair, young features froze as cold as frost,
I wasn't her type when attracting woe,
Her fingers withdrew from mine warm blood flow,
I spawned white knight that she could kneel engrossed.
Statue-like she stood and talked contrary,
She needed now on, her own nodding knave,
I spawned against odds small time slick wage slave,
Wondered if I'd ever please her wary.
Conjured enthroned, she thawed, she primped to please,
I lay my gargoyle head on her stiff knees.

(Chorus)

o please
o delight
o gratify