She hung her left arm over her chair back
She looked my picture perfect amputee
As if inside my wendy house were we
As if Id seen her sneak a secret snack
I giggled girlish out of joint out of whack
She looked embarrassed but she lent a lee
He winked at her and stroked my stockinged knee
Beneath our table never knobbling yack
She primped and pressed a proposition stern
I knew she knew it didnt duly irk
In roles reversed Id grin and go beserk
Ingenuous was I lecherous Id learn
She struck as dollified his dreamy ex
Id squirm his validation whilst shed vex
Chorus ex former prior
