New Romance


You’d be a fool not to go there,
you’d be a fool not to try.
She’ll flash at you with blonde hair,
then she’ll stun you with her smile.
She’s a human venus fly-trap,
‘n’ (I’)m a buzzin’ way too close.
Gonna trap me, squeeze me, suck me dry!
But that’s the way it goes.

I’ve bin lied to,
I’ve bin robbed blind,
I’ve bin led a merry dance.
But when she ups the charm,
melts my heart. My

new romance.

I lost my moral compass,
left it spinnin’ where it fell.
Stick your promises of Heaven,
time to taste a piece of Hell.
I ain’t too hard to topple,
she ain’t wet behind the ears.
She can look beyond my soul,
‘cos I conquered all my fears.

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I can feel the itch. What a bitch!
Can’t scratch it on my own!
I’d be obliged. Open wide.
Let’s hear ya gag ‘n’ moan.

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©10.9.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman


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