Little did I know, though I probably should have guessed By the way you walked and talked and spoke and smoked an dressed You actually seemed to like me and so naturally I presumed You were after that thing, it’s the one thing, it’s assumed
So I wined and dined you, hey, I love that kind of stuff And we blabbed about our backgrounds, how family life is rough We spoke of what we dreamed of, what we thought of, what we did Midway through the second bottle I admitted I had kids
But nothing seemed to throw you though I know you better now At the time my minor crime was figuring out how To get you in my hotel room unclothed and in my bed And proceed with the unspeakable, it’s better left unsaid
We went to see a friend of your and watch me on TV Sheer coincidence you said, synchronicity A full moon on a Friday night, the thirteenth of July A man and two women in a room and on the screen the guy
Your friend, she liked me on the show, yeah she was snowed for sure Her body language got obscene, her demeanor less than pure You started venting something wearing spleen upon your sleeve You got sort of nervous, kind of anxious, had to leave
You told me on the freeway that you didn’t sleep with men I put two and two together…and I asked about your friend It turns out she and though she loved my show She too preferred the fairer sex—I absorbed the blow
It turns out that you did like men but didn’t like their things That hang down and all the hang-ups being with them always brings My brother is so practical; this is what he said: “You should have asked if it was cool to watch them both in bed”
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So I wined and dined you, hey, I love that kind of stuff And we blabbed about our backgrounds, how family life is rough We spoke of what we dreamed of, what we thought of, what we did Midway through the second bottle I admitted I had kids
But nothing seemed to throw you though I know you better now At the time my minor crime was figuring out how To get you in my hotel room unclothed and in my bed And proceed with the unspeakable, it’s better left unsaid
We went to see a friend of your and watch me on TV Sheer coincidence you said, synchronicity A full moon on a Friday night, the thirteenth of July A man and two women in a room and on the screen the guy
Your friend, she liked me on the show, yeah she was snowed for sure Her body language got obscene, her demeanor less than pure You started venting something wearing spleen upon your sleeve You got sort of nervous, kind of anxious, had to leave
You told me on the freeway that you didn’t sleep with men I put two and two together…and I asked about your friend It turns out she and though she loved my show She too preferred the fairer sex—I absorbed the blow
It turns out that you did like men but didn’t like their things That hang down and all the hang-ups being with them always brings My brother is so practical; this is what he said: “You should have asked if it was cool to watch them both in bed”
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