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You hardly ever looked impressed at her
Till we turned out a couple close in fact
Then how two faced in fun in friendly act
Id wage a wily wheedler what you were
You grew on her and so she came to err
I know embarrassed bosom mates redact
I know theres no black bruise on low impact
And future selves stretch back at nubs concur
Its not rare succulent rose water scent
That draws you nor a dazzling diamond ring
Its just a secret homosexual bent
You copy my moves rivalry your zing
Shes got a scatty sister I wont presume
Perhaps youll get together meant to fume
Chorus presume conjecture figure