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Pretty woman, as I look at you when walk on by, I see you turn around and smile, hoping to catch my eye. As I smile back, all these dirty thoughts run through my mind, looking at your sexy legs and your hot curvy behind. I want to hold your hand and take you in both my arms, I'm kind of looking forward to taking in all your charms. When we go out I bring along a 5th of Irish whiskey after I finish drinking it, I'm feeling kind of frisky. A little while later I thought I may have blown my chance, after drinking all that whiskey I just went and peed my pants. What you say to me now really bursts my romantic bubble, from now on I'll be known to you as Mister Urine trouble. I know I'll find another girl because I get around, and my outstanding charm and humor are, of course, renowned. Could it possibly be, that I'm not as good as I think, maybe I'll give it some thought as I sit back and have a drink.
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