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It's in the title you cheaters. |
| A knock on the door He hands me a rose And stares at the floor A drive to dinner He pulls out my chair Crookedly smiles I pull back my hair Dinner is served Dessert is next And cools my nerves He takes me home And gives me a hug My mind starts to roam He comes for a kiss I close my eyes Then nearly miss He say's good by I shut the door And smile to myself. |