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I didnt want to play a dating game
Half pied and she seemed savvy sterling yield
I didnt want to place a bet on field
As lady luck is one expensive dame
I eased in early eager ever lame
Her do up ritual reasoned part concealed
A concertina screen her wardrobe shield
I poured tea strained I sighed her maiden name
I chucked her clips and combs on verbal cue
I praised her shoes as art of great import
I lent her stub of lipstick sustained screw
I crimped her scarf as sensual suitors ought
A beauty blemish barely bids a judge
Id settle on it ours I wouldnt budge
Chorus judge arbiter referee