The luck I have if looking shows a lack
I do zoom back to casual causal views
You could assert I have a canny knack
In cross of paths I never ride a ruse
I might appear a clever code to crack
In match Im one who waits and shyly woos
I keep to gawks at curvy spine of back
If caught in mirrors most innocuous news
At last I fag a favour nicely asked
Its start of something more I grow in glee
I fight the form of smile emotions masked
I fancy skin of nape and back of knee
I like to be a smooth and sneaky guy
I stick around you have to wonder why
Chorus guy bloke fellow
