Across the road I see a beauty so rare
Across from her
Does she even notice
That I'm there
She stands with such finesse
Her hair flows with grace
The sun is putting a frown on my face
I'm by no means grumpy
Oh no that's definitely not the case
Her figure sculpted to perfection
I ponder was she born that way
I fancy my chances
But just not today
For I can see the flaw in my advances
And me stuttering, fumbling and falling
All the way
Oh but I fancy my chances
Just not today
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