Men just make noises.
Appealing noises that sway
And persuade us women folk
Into all types of silly things.
One time I got so caught up in
The excellence of this mans
Jazz band
That I allowed him to borrow
My very soul.
Needless to say the outcome was
Horrible.
But what did I know?
He had the perfect tempo and
Always sold out all his shows.
And I was always the last in line
Hoping one day I'd get declined and sent back home.
But instead I was always
Front row.
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